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Bosse by the Fire by masterg

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Bosse by the Fire

Country

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♪♪♪
Tailgate down on a one-lane county road, Neon from the diner throws a rusted golden glow,
Tim's thumb finds a Bosse, cold bottle in his hand,
Ryan's smoking fast, stomps gravel like he makes a stand,
He burns a cigarette down to the bent of the bend,
Says the world's owed him one more chance to mend.
Folks whisper at the bar, call him hard-headed, wry and not kind,
But the moon knows all the reasons he keeps running from behind.
They talk in half-jokes, hold truth wrapped in a grin,
Two men with old stories and new ways to begin.
Tim's got his Bosse, firelight on his face,
Ryan's chasing sunrise out past his tired place,
Two worn-out hearts on a one-lane road to stay,
Singing small-town stories till the night fades away.
There was a summer when a promise turned to dust,
Ryan packed a duffel, left on a fit of distrust,
He pawned a ring for gas so he could disappear,
But left the porch light on for nights Tim held dear.
Tim remembers the letter Ryan burned by the phone,
The one with the mother's handwriting that said,
Come home.
Ryan swore he'd be different, swore he'd pay the price,
But pride kept him driving through the cold and rolling ice,
So they laugh like it isn't heavy and they've passed the ladder twice,
Counting stars and scarred mistakes like they're stitches on a line.
Tim's got his Bosse, firelight on his face,
Ryan's chasing sunrise out past his tired place,
Two worn-out hearts on a one-lane road to stay,
Singing small-town stories till the night fades away.
One winter night, Ryan came back with a fever and no plan,
Tim sat up in the kitchen, held his friend like only a brother can,
Ryan mumbled apologies, no one else had time to hear,
Tim poured a balsam, cracked a grin, said,
Boy, you're still here, they traded all their bravado
For the quiet of a room,
Both learned forgiveness tastes better than a salute.
Tim's got his Bosse, firelight in his hands,
Ryan's learning mornings though he still don't understand,
Two beaten maps that somehow led them to the same place,
Singing small-town stories, singing slow and warm embrace,
So raise that cold boss, let the embers tell the truth,
Of hard-headed boys and second chances, but with proof,
Life's a crooked country road, but friends will light the way,
By Bosse and by fire, they'll find reasons to stay.
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