Broken Guitar Strings & Faded Jeans

(Verse 1)

Woke up in this dusty town, another sunrise bleedin' red

Same old echoes in my head, can't shake the words they said

They tried to box me in, tie me down with their old rope

Said, "Son, you gotta play the game, give up on all your hope"

Remember nights beneath the stars, screamin' at the lonely sky

Felt like a stray dog on the run, just watchin' time go by

(Chorus)

Help me, if you hear me singin' this broken country tune

This ain't no cry for mercy, just how I face the moon

Yeah, they tried to break me down, twist my words and steal my art

But this old guitar's still playin' from a beat-up, rebel heart

Help me, understand this freedom, this wide-open highway stretch

Left the concrete jungle back, ain't got no regrets yet

This ain't surrender, no, it's just a different kind of fight

Found my voice out in the fields, bathed in the pale moonlight.

(Verse 2)

Used to fight the demons daily, shadows crawlin' on the wall

Thought their poison words could drown me, make me stumble, make me fall

They spun their webs of lies, whispered doubts inside my ear

Said my music was too wild, filled with anger, hate, and fear

But every chord I struck, every word I ever wrote

Was a promise to myself, a desperate, defiant note

(Chorus)

Help me, if you hear me singin' this broken country tune

This ain't no cry for mercy, just how I face the moon

Yeah, they tried to break me down, twist my words and steal my art

But this old guitar's still playin' from a beat-up, rebel heart

Help me, understand this freedom, this wide-open highway stretch

Left the concrete jungle back, ain't got no regrets yet

This ain't surrender, no, it's just a different kind of fight

Found my voice out in the fields, bathed in the pale moonlight.

(Bridge)

From concrete walls to open skies, I traded out the noise

For the whisper of the wind, and my own damn choices

Yeah, the scars are still there, a map of where I've been

But every faded memory just tells me how to win.

(Guitar Solo - with a twangy, slightly distorted pop-punk vibe)

(Outro)

Faded jeans and broken strings, that's my uniform now.

The road keeps calling, I don't know where, or when, or how.

But I'm still standin', still playin', under that country sky.

They tried to silence me, but this old voice ain't gonna die.