Backroads and Creekbeds

[Verse] Underneath the moonlight, on a gravel road so thin, Pickup trucks and tailgates, where the night begins, Stars dance in the sky, like fireflies in June, In our small-town hideaway, we follow lonely tunes. [Verse 2] Grandma's old farmhouse, creaks with every breeze, Quilts on the clothesline, swaying with the trees, Morning starts with coffee, in a tattered, chipped-up mug, Stories from the heartland, wrapped up in a hug. [Chorus] Cause in this town, we sing about the simple days, Of backroads and creekbeds, and country ways, With every note, we paint the autumn fields of gold, In our songs, the tales of life unfold. [Verse 3] Faded denim jackets, at the corner store, Rusty, old gas pumps, can’t find no more, Hometown pride in every smile, every wave, An anthem of our lives, in every chord we play. [Verse 4] Sunday morning church bells, echo through the pines, Voices rise in old hymns, full of sacred lines, In the hollow valley, where the river bends, We find our peace, where the song never ends. [Chorus] Cause in this town, we sing about the simple days, Of backroads and creekbeds, and country ways, With every note, we paint the autumn fields of gold, In our songs, the tales of life unfold.