Stacy's Gallery

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