Whisky and Wildflowers

[Verse 1]
Dust on her boots
Sunburnt neck, braided hair
Number pinned crooked
She laughs like she don't care
Bible on the dash
Of that old square-body blue
Coffee in a Dixie cup
Saying, "Lord, today it's me and You"
[Chorus]
Whisky and wildflowers
She ain't what you think you see
Got calloused hands
And a heart down on its knees
She'll fly around those barrels
Then bow her head by the gate
Whisky and wildflowers
And a grace she don't deserve but takes
[Verse 2]
Bench seat ripped
Radio stuck on a hymn
Sticker on the back glass
"Saved by faith, not by them"
She prays for a clean run
Kisses that silver cross
Rides like she's chasing the wind
Not scared of a little loss
[Chorus]
Whisky and wildflowers
She ain't what you think you see
Got calloused hands
And a heart down on its knees
She'll fly around those barrels
Then bow her head by the gate
Whisky and wildflowers
And a grace she don't deserve but takes
[Bridge]
Saturday night by the stock tanks (hey)
She sips, she laughs, she sings
Sunday morning in the front row
Hands up, boots and faded jeans
[Chorus]
Whisky and wildflowers
She ain't what you think you see
Got calloused hands
And a heart down on its knees
She'll fly around those barrels
Then bow her head by the gate
Whisky and wildflowers
Yeah, He loves her just that way
[Outro]
Dust on her boots
Tail lights fading down the road
Old truck, young faith
And a love that won't let go

country, Warm modern country ballad with female vocals, brushed drums, and twangy telecaster over a steady acoustic guitar bed. Verses stay intimate with close-mic vocal and soft pedal steel swells; chorus blooms wide with stacked harmonies, organ pad, and a singalong drum groove. Middle section can add a subtle fiddle line for lift. Keep the mix earthy, roomy, and radio-ready.