I can plant my roots and build a little farmhouse

Shake a preachers hand every Sunday In this same town

I know all the back roads here hell it’s where I was born and raised

But if I was meant to stick around here and stay

Then why do I spend most my nights alone with this six string

Write these songs I spend so much time on if I don’t ever sing ‘em

To the eyes and ears that get it

That fuel this fire I’m living if I ain’t meant to go

Then tell me why does this dream still have its hold

The flame never dies

Im hell on a highway

He suns gonna rise wether I’m clocking time

Or playing on a neon Friday night

Thats why I spend most my nights alone with this six string

Write these songs I spend so much time on if I don’t ever sing ‘em

To the eyes and ears that get it

That fuel this fire I’m living if I ain’t meant to go

Then tell me why does this dream still have its hold

If they ain’t built this way

It hard for them to understand

How it feels in these veins

But something’s got me by the hand

And that’s why I spend most my nights alone with this six string

Write these songs I spend so much time on if I don’t ever sing ‘em

To the eyes and ears that get it

That fuel this fire I’m living if I ain’t meant to go

Then tell me why

Tell me why

does this dream still have its hold