Country Boy

There's a dirt road winding through the pines,

Where the sun sets slow, and the stars align.

An old Ford truck with a worn-out bed,

That's where he lays his weary head.

Country boy, with a heart so true,

Calloused hands, but a soul brand new.

Living life with the simple joys,

That's the way of a country boy.

Boots caked in mud from the fields he roams,

He builds his dreams where the wild grass grows.

With a dog by his side and a fishing pole,

His quiet world makes his spirit whole.

Country boy, with a heart so true,

Calloused hands, but a soul brand new.

Living life with the simple joys,

That's the way of a country boy.

Underneath the big sky, he finds his peace,

In the morning dew and the evening breeze.

He don’t need much, just his land and pride,

His roots run deep, and they’ll never divide.

Country boy, with a heart so true,

Calloused hands, but a soul brand new.

Living life with the simple joys,

That's the way of a country boy.