Under This Country Rock Sky

Fingers rolling paper. Moonlight chasing me. Smoke spirals to the stars. Roots of an

old oak tree. Pocket full of dreams. But they burn too quick.

Ashes on my boots. Dirt roads running slick. Rolling joints.

Smoking Backwoods. Catching fire in the sky. Slow drag. Heartbeat staggers.

Watching the embers fly. Smoke trails. Backwoods tails. That's how I

touch the high. Ain't no ceiling. Just a feeling. Under this country rock sky.

Banjo strum while the bass line hums. Creek water whispers where the coyotes

run. Half empty bottle but the vibe stays full. Life hits harder