Verse 1
Sunrise breaks on a wooden gate,
Red barn leanin’, paint peelin’ late,
Boots in the dirt, hands smell like hay,
Another long mornin’ on the farm today.
Horses breathe slow in the morning mist,
Life ain’t easy, but I wouldn’t miss,
The sound of hooves and a rooster’s cry,
That wide-open truth under a southern sky.
Chorus
It’s dust on my jeans, wind in my chest,
Girls with fire and hearts untamed, blessed,
Horses run wild like we all did then,
Before right and wrong blurred now and then.
When the night gets loud and the lines ain’t right,
There’s always blue and red in the sheriff’s light.
Verse 2
She showed up late in a beat-up Ford,
Cutoff jeans, boots nailed to the floor,
Laugh like trouble, eyes like sin,
Said, “Small towns talk, let ’em talk again.”
We danced in the barn to an old guitar,
Moonshine jokes and borrowed scars,
Every kiss felt outlaw-new,
Like the law was somethin’ we could outrun too.
Chorus
With dust on my jeans, wind in my chest,
Girls with fire and hearts untamed, blessed,
Horses run wild like we all did then,
Before right and wrong blurred now and then.
Hear the siren hum through the summer night,
Yeah, that’s the sound of the sheriff’s light.
Bridge
Sheriff knows my daddy’s name,
Saw me grow up, saw me change,
He just shakes his head, says, “Son, slow down,”
Ain’t no secrets left in this small town.
Chorus (bigger)
It’s dust on my jeans, sweat and truth,
Farm-bred dreams and restless youth,
Girls who love like a runaway train,
Horses thunderin’ through open plains.
If trouble finds me before daylight,
I’ll be gone ’fore I see the sheriff’s light.
Outro
Sunset falls on a fence line straight,
Horses settle, the world feels late,
Farm goes quiet, stars burn bright…
Just me, those girls, and the sheriff’s light.
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