Verse 1
Sunrise breaking through the cedar trees,
Cold air rolling with the autumn breeze.
Old four-wheeler humming down that muddy trail,
Just me and my boy where the cell phones fail.
His little boots kicking leaves along the ground,
Asking questions while the woods make their sound.
I smile and hear my daddy in my voice,
Passing down lessons wasn’t ever much of a choice.
Chorus
We’re leaving boot tracks through the pines,
Following memories frozen in time.
Grandpa’s gone but he’s riding here today,
In every story and every word we say.
From a hunting stand to an old dirt road,
Teaching my boy how to carry the load.
Three generations in these backwoods skies,
Living through him every time I see those eyes.
Verse 2
That old oak stand still leans to the side,
Where Grandpa taught us patience and pride.
He’d point to the hills and say, “Son, take your time,
The best things in life ain’t measured by a dime.”
Now my boy’s holding a fishing pole tight,
Laughing so hard underneath the moonlight.
And I swear I see Grandpa’s grin in his face,
Like heaven left fingerprints all over this place.
Chorus
We’re leaving boot tracks through the pines,
Following memories frozen in time.
Grandpa’s gone but he’s riding here today,
In every story and every word we say.
From a hunting stand to an old dirt road,
Teaching my boy how to carry the load.
Three generations in these backwoods skies,
Living through him every time I see those eyes.
Bridge
Life moves fast like a river after rain,
But some things never wash away.
The love of a father, the wisdom of a man,
And the strength passed down through calloused hands.
Final Chorus
We’re leaving boot tracks through the pines,
Making new memories one day at a time.
Grandpa’s gone but his spirit never left,
It’s in every sunrise and every breath.
When my boy is grown and I’m gray someday,
I hope he’ll bring his own son this way.
And tell him about the men who came before,
And the family roots beneath this forest floor.
Outro
Just a father and a son beneath God’s light,
An old four-wheeler fading into the night.
Three generations riding side by side,
In the heart of the woods where legends never die.
JordoL
