Verse 1
Dusty rays of sunshine
Fallin through the sky,
Old men at the diner
Talkin ‘bout the prices,
And why the cattle’s high.
Still sippin’ sweet tea
On a checkered tile floor,
‘68 Nova out front
Seen a thousand doors.
Time can’t buy the way
That a sixty-eight can fly,
But she sure could use some help
Just to make it by.
Old carburetor coughin’,
Needs a little mercy stirred,
Quart or two of Royal Purple,
Five-W-Thirty’s the word.
Verse 2
That old gravel drive
With cold water runnin’ wide,
Spring breaks loose from red dirt
Off the Washita’s side.
Two-tone pearl snap,
Rafter B hat bent low,
Marlboro Reds burn slow
In hand-me-down clothes.
Haulin’ hay to the mill
Past that old White House bend,
‘82 John Deere 4430
Breakin’ down again.
Pre-Chorus
Yeah, the world keeps spinnin’
Like it’s got somewhere to be,
But out here it moves
At the pace it wants to breathe.
Chorus
If you listen long enough
You can hear the old songs now,
Doves on the power lines,
Bobwhites on the ground.
Wind tells the truth
If you let it hang around,
Ain’t nothin’ ever lost
In a town like this—it just gets found.
Verse 3
Pauls Valley, Oklahoma,
Same old stories like I told ya,
Same blue skies stretched thin
Over dusty plains that hold ya.
Horses run the same pace,
Fence lines lean and stay,
Still the same kid standin’ here
I’ve always been today.
Bridge
Old cowboy towns
With paint wearin’ thin,
Tryin’ to make a livin’
And make it back by dinner again.
Hands smell like oil,
Boots hum with the ground,
Every road you leave on
Brings you back around.
Chorus
If you listen long enough
You can hear the old songs now,
Doves on the power lines,
Bobwhites on the ground.
Wind tells the truth
If you let it hang around,
Ain’t nothin’ ever lost
In a town like this—it just gets found.
Outro / Chorus (soft)
Yeah the boomerang don’t lie,
It comes back every time,
Same gravel, same prayers,
Same hard-earned lines.
If you listen long enough
You’ll hear your own sound,
In a diner booth dream
In a worn-down town.
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