Backroads Memory

[Verse] Running down the backroads, past the old mill town, Where the memories linger, but the paint's flaked brown. Rusty tracks beneath the maple tree, This country's gotten old, just like you and me. [Verse 2] Grandma's quilt still hanging on the cedar line, Tells the stories of days fine like wine. Livin' in a place where the stars are free, This small-town heart beats like a symphony. [Chorus] In the creak of the porch swing, the whispering pines, Where shadows dance in the moonlight's kind. We find our roots in the soil so deep, In backroads memory, it's our souls we keep. [Verse 3] Watched the cornfields turn to dusty clay, Kids' laughter echoes, slowly fades away. The church bells ring, and the rooster crow, Simple life out here, it’s all we know. [Chorus] In the creak of the porch swing, the whispering pines, Where shadows dance in the moonlight's kind. We find our roots in the soil so deep, In backroads memory, it's our souls we keep. [Bridge] Maybe one day the city's callin' our name, But we'll carry this love, just the same. From the dirt roads to the neon lights, Home's where the heart stays every night.