Verse 1
A wagon wheel carved two stubborn lines
Across a sea of prairie time.
Horse sweat, leather, dust and prayer,
A shotgun house and hope out there.
An old pine church on a windy rise,
Watched heaven through smoke-colored skies.
Tumbleweeds learned every name,
Long before fences ever came.
Pre-Chorus
The woods still whisper after dark,
Every promise… every mark.
Some stains fade, some never do,
The wind just carries what it knew.
Chorus
That old homestead still stands half alive,
With broken beams and a rusted sign.
The creek remembers every lie,
Every kiss beneath that harvest sky.
They say time buries every sin…
But roots don’t forget where they’ve been.
You can cover tracks with prairie dust,
But the land remembers every touch.
Verse 2
A little girl chased fireflies,
Growing up beneath those endless skies.
She watched the old folks trade their ghosts,
Over coffee, hymns, and weathered boasts.
Years rolled by like a freight train’s cry,
She learned men looked with a different eye.
Now she walks with a slow-burn grin,
Sweet as Sunday… sharp as sin.
Bridge
The tribes rode hard where the buffalo ran,
Then came the wagons and the plowman’s hands.
Every generation tells it new—
No one’s story’s only true.
The church bell rings, the coyotes sing,
History ain’t a polished thing.
Final Chorus
That old homestead still stands half alive,
Holding secrets no one survived.
The porch still groans beneath the moon,
Like it’ll tell its story soon.
The wind keeps trying to wash it clean…
But dirt remembers everything.
And somewhere out where the tall grass bends,
The land keeps telling it again.
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