[Verse 1] Coffee in a thermos Map folded on my knee Your boots on the dash Radio humming in key Sun just breaking over That county line sign You laughing at nothing My hand tangled in mine
[Chorus] Dust on the dashboard Hearts on the highway Rolling through nowhere Like it's our Friday If this old truck Makes it one more mile I'll keep driving this road Just to see you smile
[Verse 2] Farm dogs by the mailbox Porch paint peeling thin Your head on my shoulder Cheek freckled Country grin You point out a mailbox Say "That's my grandma's place" I see every tomorrow In that sideways glance on your face
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[Bridge] Gas light glowing But we keep going Wind in your hair World soft Slow And golden If all I ever own Is this beat-up ride and you Then baby I'm already Richer than I ever knew
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Style of Music
folk, Warm folk-country band with acoustic guitar and brushed snare driving the groove, fiddle doing gentle call-and-response hooks. Male vocals up front with tight two-part harmonies in the chorus. Dynamics build from intimate, almost campfire-soft verses into a fuller, toe-tapping singalong chorus with upright bass and a light organ pad swelling underneath., country