Red Dirt Gympie

[Verse 1]
Old Mary River in a lazy bend
Gold town stories from your granddad’s friends
Rust on the utes
Dust in the shoes
Country on the radio
Tin-roof views
[Chorus]
Gympie
You get under my skin
Red dirt roads and high school sins
Friday night lights on the showground ring
You’re the small town I can’t outrun
Smell of rain and diesel in the sun
Gympie
You’re in everything I bring
[Verse 2]
Main Street bakery
Iced coffee hands
Sunburnt tradies
Boots full of sand
Markets on Saturday
Kids run wild
Everyone’s someone’s cousin’s child
[Chorus]
Gympie
You get under my skin
Red dirt roads and high school sins
Friday night lights on the showground ring
You’re the small town I can’t outrun
Smell of rain and diesel in the sun
Gympie
You’re in everything I bring
[Bridge]
From Tin Can Bay to the pine tree lines
Storm clouds stack on the power lines
I swear I’d leave
Then the day goes gold
And this little town won’t let me go (oh)
[Chorus]
Gympie
You get under my skin
Red dirt roads and all my kin
Stars hang low where the creek runs thin
You’re the small town I can’t outrun
Smell of rain and diesel in the sun
Gympie
You’re where my story begins

Warm indie-folk with acoustic guitar, brushed drums, and subtle slide guitar; male vocals up front. Verses stay intimate and storyteller-like, chorus swells with stacked harmonies and a steady kick. Mandolin and light organ bloom in the bridge, then everything drops to guitar and voice for the last hook.