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