[Intro]
Raised on static and gravel roads
Hand-me-down dreams
Backseat prayers
And a cracked-screen phone
[Verse 1]
Mama had twang in her Sunday dress
Daddy played loud when the bills hit stress
I learned that hurt got its own address
Middle of nowhere, middle of a test
Rust on the Chevy, hope in the tank
Gas station coffee, change in the bank
Playlist jump from a steel-string hymn
To a bassline shake and a crooked grin
[Chorus]
I got mud on my Mars, stars in my rearview
Steel-toe boots with a city boy hairdo
Heartland blood with a backbeat heart
I was born in the middle, tearing worlds apart
Turn it up, let the lines all blur
If it hits like truth, then it all sounds pure
Yeah, I’m both, and I’m all, and I’m ours
Truck bed throne with mud on my Mars
[Verse 2]
Snapback tilted in a thrift-store shirt
Gold chain swinging on a Sunday church
Windows down, and the hook hits mean
While the sky bleeds red on the soy field green
Friends in boots, friends in black band tees
Same small town, different big city dreams
One wants a farm, one wants a tour bus
I want a chorus that can hold all of us
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
I don’t pick sides
I just pick songs
If it feels right
Then it can’t be wrong
[build]
From a porch light glow
To a sold-out roar
It’s the same kid singing
From a bedroom floor
[Chorus]