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[Intro]
Beneath the Kentucky sky, the moon's shimmering high
Whiskey in the still, dreams we can't deny
Echoes of the creek, where the bluegrass wails
Living in these hollers, where the old spirit prevails
[Verse 1]
In the valleys deep, where the water runs clear
Made with pride, these old hands hold dear
White whiskey flow, moonlight's silver glow
Roots run strong, where the wildflowers grow
[Pre-Chorus]
Dance to the winds, hear the night sing
The hill’s quiet stories, the songs we bring
Hold on to this land, where our hearts belong
In these Kentucky hills, we stay strong
[Chorus]
Oh, stay with me here, in this sacred land
Where the corn’s ripe and the string play in the band
Were making something pure as its strong, making something white as the moon.
[Bridge]
Sheriff take the axe, break the still
Keep a little secret, for the winter’s chill
Lay low, fifty gallons, to see us through
Till the next spring, in this land anew
[Outro]
Here's to the hills, the creek, and the wind
To the quiet nights, where our stories begin
Forever in these fields, where our spirits soar
In Kentucky’s embrace, forevermore
[Violin Solo]
[Guitar Solo]
Details
GeneratedJul 31, 2025
Duration4:00
Style
90’s country.folk storytelling, fiddle, steel guitar, gritty male voice.acoustic guitar, country
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Cowboy_McCoy
Cowboy_McCoyModelAria v4