Lyrics
They say the world's your canvas, wide open, vast and grand
And Stacy with her brush in hand, has got the upper hand
With every little stroke she makes, she's crafting up her fame
A touch of southern charm in here, makes never two the same
[Pre-Chorus]
So she takes her time, and lines so fine, come alive before your eyes
And I'm hooked on every curve and shade, no fakin', no disguise
[verse 1]
I wanna tell the world, about a funny girl
Who can paint, and draw and sing all freak-in’ day
Or I could tell my friends , I guess it just depends
On just how much they’re all willing to pay
If they’ve got good taste, and a little hanging space
I can tell them where to find a painter
Or you could share some tips about writing country hits
They won’t ever find anyone greater
[chorus]
Won’t you make some art,
Some Stacy Way-Chee art.
I think that’s a pretty good plan.
And when you make that art,
That Stacy Way-Chee art.
I’ll put it up on a really nice stand.
[verse 2]
In the corner of her canvas, where the colors all blend
She signs her name, a mark of pride, on masterpieces penned
There's a story in each brushstroke, tales of countryside
Where the whispers of the weeping willows and her dreams coincide
[Pre-Chorus]
With every shade she lays down, a piece of her and home
In them oil paints and pastels, her soul's journey is shown
I'll buy up all her paintings, just as fast as she can make 'em
And I'll line them in my hallway, every inch of wall I'll take 'em
'Cause the world could use more beauty, the kind that Stacy gives
It's the art that we'll remember, it's how her spirit lives
[Chorus]
So go on, make that art,
That Stacy Way-Chee art.
I'll hang it like a trophy, in the center of my heart
Make it shine with the big ol' stars, a gallery, set apart
Yeah, Stacy, keep on paintin', till your colors reach the sky
Your art's the kind of treasure that just never will run dry
[Verse 3]
Every gallery in Georgia, they line up for her view
Her art cuts through the silence, like a banjo's sweetest tune
Down in the dirt roads, the story unfolds
Just like the paint on her canvas so bold
Singing odes to the pines, in the warm Georgia sun
She's a one-woman show, got the whole town undone
[Pre-Chorus]
With each picture she's painting, she captures the light
The heart of the south, in colors so bright
There ain't no loft like a log cabin, filled with the scent of pine
And those paintings hanging on the wall, Stacy's touch in every line
Them boys can keep their fishing tales, and girls their city spree
'Cause out here with the fireflies, her art's all I need to see
I've seen the Louvre, I've seen The Met, but nothing quite compares
To the gallery of heart and home that Stacy's love declares
