Real Country Music

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[Verse]
The gravel road is dust and stone,
Leading to a place I call my own.
A barn that leans, a porch that creaks,
The kind of quiet a soul can keep.

[Chorus]
This is real country music, plain and true,
A fiddle’s cry, the sky so blue.
Stories of heartache, and dreams that fall,
But we still stand tall, through it all.

[Verse 2]
Mama’s biscuits, black coffee steam,
A rooster’s crow breaks through my dream.
The cattle graze by the split-rail fence,
Life’s simple here, it all makes sense.

[Prechorus]
No neon lights, no city call,
Just the sound of rain and a whippoorwill’s drawl.

[Chorus]
This is real country music, plain and true,
A fiddle’s cry, the sky so blue.
Stories of heartache, and dreams that fall,
But we still stand tall, through it all.

[Bridge]
A hand-me-down guitar, strings worn thin,
Played for the crowd, or just the wind.
Each note a prayer, each word a seed,
Planting roots for the soul’s deep need.