Por Bonez_ai com UdioMusic
In this backwoods hole, time passes slow
Dust on my boots, got nowhere to go
Mud-caked roads, running restless minds
Echoes of a past that keep us confined
In this hillbilly town, where ghosts linger 'round
Every barstool story, every lost soul found
The mill's been closed, dreams rust in the air
Whiskey and regrets, our only repair
Night falls heavy, stars barely shine
In this cage of roots and pine
Hear that lonesome howl, guitar strings cry
Telling tales of those who never got to fly
