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Backroad Memories 2 by marni

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Backroad Memories 2

Country

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Dust kicks up like a fire under boots, Rusty red soil in the afternoon light,
We raced past old barns and the fading mailboxes, Just trying to catch the sinking sun.
Your hand slipped into mine without a word, The radio playing our favorite song,
Didn’t need more than that cracked old Chevy and a road that never felt too long.
And every mile rolled by like pages in a worn-out book, Where stories settled into the bin, then hooked in the crook.
Backroad memories, they still call my name, Like the scent of wild jasmine after a summer rain.
No city lights, just stars that know our frames, Backroad memories, they never fade, they stay the same.
Your laugh spilled like warm moonshine, reckless and bright,
We carved our names in that oak tree, right where the creek bends tight.
Those nights we dreamed, bigger than the smokestacks on the horizon line,
Of every cracked windshield and every open sky, we stitched tight.
Late nights under that hollowed out wood, Sling secrets caught in the breeze, sweet as the first rain.
Backroad memories, they still call my name, Like the scent of wild jasmine after a summer rain.
No city lights, just stars that know our frames, Backroad memories, they never fade, they stay the same.
I see you standing there, roots tangled in the dirt and pride,
Time's river rolls on, but those moments don't run or hide.
There's a quiet in the distance, soft as your outboots on gravel,
Backroad memories, they're more than just a travel.
Backroad memories, they still call my name,
Like the scent of wild jasmine after a summer rain.
No city lights, just stars that know our frames,
Backroad memories, they never fade, they stay the same.
Then the night comes heavy, and the roads look bare,
I close my eyes, hear the creak of that old board chair.
Backroad memories, tucked where heartbeats roam,
They're the only places I've ever felt truly home.
Backroad memories, they still call my name,
Like the scent of wild jasmine after a summer rain.
No city lights, just stars that know our frames,
Backroad memories, they still call my name,
Like the scent of wild jasmine after a summer rain.
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