The Ballad of Marcus

[Verse] In a small Tennessee town, near the edge of the pine, Lived a boy named Marcus, a friend of mine. With a heart of gold and eyes so bright, He worked all day and dreamed all night. [Verse 2] His dad's old Chevy was more rust than steel, But Marcus fixed it up with his steady feel. Every Sunday afternoon, he'd take it for a spin, With the radio blastin' and a wide-kid grin. [Chorus] Oh, Marcus, you were born to run, Chasin' dreams under the Southern sun. With a fire in your heart and dirt on your jeans, You showed us all what livin' really means. [Verse 3] Down by the river, where the willows weep, Marcus met Emma, when the world was asleep. They carved their names in a sycamore tree, Promised forever by the old oak's decree. [Verse 4] But life ain't easy in a dusty town, Jobs are scarce when the mills shut down. Marcus packed a suitcase, left a tear-stained note, Chasin' dreams in the big-city glow. [Chorus] Oh, Marcus, you were born to run, Chasin' dreams under the Southern sun. With a fire in your heart and dirt on your jeans, You showed us all what livin' really means.