Right there with you

There’s a half cold beer sittin’ on the tailgate

Crickets singin’ out past the county line

Your picture’s slidin’ ‘cross my dashboard

Every mile makes me miss you more tonight

That old Silverado keeps rollin’ west

But my heart never left your side

You’re back home wrapped in my flannel

Prayin’ I make it through another drive

Girl, I’m right there with you

In the creak of that front porch swing

In the sound of Sunday mornin’

When the church bells ring

In the Alabama pines blowin’ through the air

Every time you close your eyes

Baby, I’m already there

I know you hate these lonely evenings

Sleepin’ on your side alone

But every star over this highway

Still points me back home

So if the rain starts tappin’ your window

And you miss the way I hold your hand

Just put your boots beside the bedside

And remember where I stand

Girl, I’m right there with you

In the creak of that front porch swing

In the sound of Sunday mornin’

When the church bells ring

In the Alabama pines blowin’ through the air

Every time you close your eyes

Baby, I’m already there

— steel guitar crying softly —

— slow fiddle and acoustic guitar only —

— sound of tires humming down an empty highway —

I’m in the dust on these backroads

In the Bible by the bed

In every “I love you more”

Still echoing in your head

Yeah, I’m right there with you

Like an old Hank song at night

Like headlights on a dirt road

Cutting through the moonlight

And no amount of miles

Could pull apart what we share

So when you need me, close your eyes

Baby, I’m already there