[Instrumental Intro] [Fiddle introduces a warm melody. Pedal steel answers as acoustic guitar, piano, and the rhythm section settle into a gentle country groove.] [Verse 1] We walked past that old Ferris wheel, You pulled me toward the line; Said, “I bought us two more tickets. You can hold on just as tight.” As the lights grew small below us, And the stars came into view, I remembered why I took that ride— To be up there next to you. [Chorus] I’m still growing with you, With our roots down deep and strong; Every year, another reason To be right here where we belong. Let the seasons keep on turning, We’ve got living left to do; Right here where the good love grows, I’m still growing with you. [Instrumental Turnaround] [Telecaster echoes the chorus melody; piano adds a gentle answering fill.] [Verse 2] There’s a row of pencil markings On the frame beside the door; Now our daughter’s little girl Wants her turn to add one more. You hold the ruler steady, I write down her height and name; And I love the girl you were then And the woman you became. [Chorus] I’m still growing with you, With our roots down deep and strong; Every year, another reason To be right here where we belong. Let the seasons keep on turning, We’ve got living left to do; Right here where the good love grows, I’m still growing with you. [Instrumental Interlude] [Sixteen-bar fiddle and pedal steel exchange. Piano and Telecaster join the final phrase as the rhythm section builds gently.] [Bridge] [Drums soften; acoustic guitar and piano support the vocal.] We’ve learned to say, “I’m sorry,” We’ve made room for changing plans; We’ve learned that love keeps growing When we tend it with both hands. [Final Chorus] [Full band returns with rich, close country harmonies.] I’m still growing with you, With our roots down deep and strong; Every year, another reason To be right here where we belong. Let the seasons keep on turning, We’ve got living left to do; Right here where the good love grows, I’m still growing with you. [Outro] [Drums soften and fall away. Acoustic guitar, piano, fiddle, and pedal steel remain beneath the final vocal.] From that last ride at the county fair To this life we call our own, I’m still growing with you, darling… Where the good love grows. [Instrumental Ending] [Fiddle reprises this song’s opening melody. Pedal steel answers softly. A final strummed G chord rings beneath a gentle piano resolution.] © 2026 Redneck Muslim. All rights reserved.
