Country Heartstrings

I was raised where the back roads meet the river bend. Friday nights under

them stadium lights with my best friends. Got a hand-me-down truck and a

heart that won't quit. Learned about life from the simple things in it.

And every mile I drive reminds me who I am. A small-town dreamer

with calloused hands. So I'm singing loud like a radio turned high. Pouring out the

truth under a southern sky. Love and heartbreak, whiskey, and hope.

That's the story I carry everywhere I go. Yeah, I'm

a little rough around the edges. But my heart beats strong and true.