[Intro]
[trumpet and trombone fanfare over rolling snare]
Hey-y
Out where the gravel kicks up dust
We shine it like gold
[Verse 1]
Rooster on a fence post
Coffee in a chipped white cup
Mud on my boots
Sun already climbing up
Old dog barking
Like he’s preaching to the sky
Mailbox leaning
But the flag still flies
[Chorus]
This is high country living, loud and proud
Big sky ceiling, I sing it out
Got cornfield cathedrals, wildflower crowns
Every hill’s a marching band rolling through this town
From the porch to the pasture, hear that glory sound
High country living, let the land ring out
[Verse 2]
Pickup in the driveway
Dents from every Friday night
Kids in the hayloft
Turning that dust to light
Neighbors waving
Half a mile down the road
You don’t feel small
When the world’s this wide open
[Chorus]
This is high country living, loud and proud
Big sky ceiling, I sing it out
Got cornfield cathedrals, wildflower crowns
Every hill’s a marching band rolling through this town
From the porch to the pasture, hear that glory sound
High country living, let the land ring out
[Bridge]
[insane fiddle run answers a blazing trumpet line]
Fiddle on the railing
Trumpet in my chest (oh!)
Storm clouds rolling
We’re still blessed
Thunder in the distance
Brass in the air
Every rusted gate
Turns to a fanfare
[Chorus]
This is high country living, loud and proud
Big sky ceiling, I sing it out
Got cornfield cathedrals, wildflower crowns
Every hill’s a marching band rolling through this town
From the porch to the pasture, hear that glory sound
High country living, let the land ring out
[Outro]
[fiddle and trumpet trade wild licks over swelling orchestra]
High country living
Let the land
Ring out