Welcome to the Loft (Suwannee Nights)

modern country, country pop, acoustic folk

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[Verse 1]
Pulled off the highway where the billboards fade,
Found a gravel drive through a green oak shade.
Dust settles slow as the sun goes down,
New key in my hand on the edge of town.

Front porch light in the Spanish moss,
Wind chimes singin' that "lay it all off."
Suitcase open but my shoulders drop,
I'm finally checkin' in to somethin' that's not non-stop.

[Chorus]
Welcome to the Loft where the river's in the air,
Where oak limbs lean in like they've been waitin' there.
Leave your hurry on the doormat, let the pine wind talk,
You're in Suwannee County now, breathe deep and walk.
Tonight the only thing you've gotta cross off your list
Is fall asleep to crickets and a front-porch kiss.

[Verse 2]
Old barn wood and a coffee mug,
Soft throw blanket and a front room rug.
Little bit of history in every beam,
Feels like livin' in somebody's dream.

Out that window, see the treeline sway,
Hear a far-off train roll the miles away.
Phone face down, heart turned up,
Peace pourin' slow in a mason jar cup.

[Bridge]
Some folks come for the springs and the songs,
Fairs and the festivals rollin' all year long.
But the magic that I'll remember most
Is how it feels to finally hear my own ghost.

[Outro]
Yeah, welcome to the Loft, let the city fade out of sight,
Suwannee County in your lungs, sleep easy tonight.

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[Verse 1] Pulled off the highway where the billboards fade, Found a gravel drive through a green oak shade. Dust settles slow as the sun goes down, New key in my hand on the edge of town. Front porch light in the Spanish moss, Wind chimes singin' that "lay it all off." Suitcase open but my shoulders drop, I'm finally checkin' in to somethin' that's not non-stop. [Chorus] Welcome to the Loft where the river's in the air, Where oak limbs lean in like they've been waitin' there. Leave your hurry on the doormat, let the pine wind talk, You're in Suwannee County now, breathe deep and walk. Tonight the only thing you've gotta cross off your list Is fall asleep to crickets and a front-porch kiss. [Verse 2] Old barn wood and a coffee mug, Soft throw blanket and a front room rug. Little bit of history in every beam, Feels like livin' in somebody's dream. Out that window, see the treeline sway, Hear a far-off train roll the miles away. Phone face down, heart turned up, Peace pourin' slow in a mason jar cup. [Chorus] Welcome to the Loft where the river's in the air, Where oak limbs lean in like they've been waitin' there. Leave your hurry on the doormat, let the pine wind talk, You're in Suwannee County now, breathe deep and walk. Tonight the only thing you've gotta cross off your list Is fall asleep to crickets and a front-porch kiss. [Bridge] Some folks come for the springs and the songs, Fairs and the festivals rollin' all year long. But the magic that I'll remember most Is how it feels to finally hear my own ghost. [Chorus] Welcome to the Loft where the river's in the air, Where oak limbs lean in like they've been waitin' there. Leave your hurry on the doormat, let the pine wind talk, You're in Suwannee County now, breathe deep and walk. Tonight the only thing you've gotta cross off your list Is lovin' how a quiet little weekend can feel like this. [Outro] Yeah, welcome to the Loft, let the city fade out of sight, Suwannee County in your lungs, sleep easy tonight.

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