Broken Femurs and Drunken Beavers

[Verse] In a little town down by the creek, Under moonlight, secrets seem to speak, I met a beaver with a bottle in paw, Mumbling stories with a drunken drawl. [Verse 2] He said, "Buddy, I’ve seen better days, Fallin’ trees and dams in disarray, Had too much whiskey, got too bold, Now my teeth are chipped and my heart is cold." [Chorus] Broken femurs and drunken beavers, Underneath the Tennessee stars, Life’s got a way of knockin’ you down, But we’ll crawl our way back, with scars. [Verse 3] Stumblin’ home with a wobble in my step, Thinking 'bout that beaver and the secrets he kept, Life’s funny like that, full of twists and turns, From broken bones to lessons learned. [Bridge] Whiskey rivers and moonshine nights, Keep us going through the dark fights, Patchtin' up wounds with country songs, Finding places where the heart belongs. [Chorus] Broken femurs and drunken beavers, Underneath the Tennessee stars, Life’s got a way of knockin’ you down, But we’ll crawl our way back, with scars.