Breanna Ray and Her Old Man

[Verse] Down the dusty lane of someone's sweet decay Breanna Ray and her old man set out today Sun-painted faces dodge the junkyard's cheer Bargains callin' clear as a morning's whisper here [Verse 2] Hammers hangin' rusted Nails bent Yet proud Tables filled with stories Under that garage sale shroud She spots a wrench Right from grandpa’s past He shells out a dollar Says "Let’s make it last." [Chorus] With the banjo's twang They’re singin’ low and slow Buying tools and treasures Where memories go Breanna Ray with her old man’s pride In a sea of folks They’re on a modest ride [Verse 3] Boxes brimming over with keys to the skies Saws and pliers Under borrowed-time ties Breanna Ray finds laughter in an old toolbox chest Her dad He smiles Says "Life’s still the best." [Verse 4] They load up the Chevy With the heartbeat of the past Each tool a token Each moment meant to last Breanna Ray chimes in with her old guitar Their voices mingling with the tales from afar [Chorus] With the banjo's twang They’re singin’ low and slow Buying tools and treasures Where memories go Breanna Ray with her old man’s pride In a sea of folks They’re on a modest ride