(Verse 1)
Sun sinking low on that old dirt road,
Tailgate down, headlights soft and gold.
Porch light's on, an old vinyl hums along,
Freddie's two-step, Mooner's humming our song.
Pickup parked by the back-porch swing,
Children's laughter on a Sunday string.
Their steady hearts, best love I've known,
Roots run deep where this family has grown.
(Chorus)
My mum and dad, Freddie and Mooner,
They love all the world, they're my guiding light.
Through dusty boots and the quiet thunder,
They keep our little world warm through the night.
Holdin' hands on the front stoop, makin' life right,
From Everett, with love — you're my whole wide world tonight.
(Verse 2)
Grandma's biscuits on a Sunday plate,
Radio cracklin' with an old heartbreak state.
Mooner pats the dough, Freddie tunes the radio fine,
We dance around the kitchen like it's 1959.
Wash of porch light on the whitewashed gate,
Dirt road memories that never hesitate.
They lift me up, teach me how to stand,
With a steady word and a helping hand.
(Chorus)
My mum and dad, Freddie and Mooner,
They love all the world, they're my guiding light.
Through muddy rivers and the midnight rumors,
They carry hope and make the wrong things right.
Back-porch stories under stars so bright,
From Everett, with love — you're my whole wide world tonight.
(Bridge)
When the storms roll in and the wind blows cold,
I remember warm kitchens and the tales they told.
Freddie's quiet courage, Mooner's soft embrace,
They planted courage in every lonely place.
Those small town scenes, those late-night tunes,
Sunday prayers and the smell of June.
I’m their son, I'm standing here to say,
I owe my heart to them in every way.
(Chorus - Variation)
My mum and dad, Freddie and Mooner,
They love all the world, they're my guiding light.
From porch to pickup, through every laughter and rumor,
They've held our circle tight through darker nights.
So here's my promise, plain beneath the starlight:
From Everett, with love — you are my whole wide world tonight.
(Outro)
So let the vinyl spin and the porch light glow,
Let the tailgate down where the summers slow.
Freddie and Mooner, your love's a steady tune,
I'll sing it back to you beneath the harvest moon.
From your son Everett, forever true and bright,
You are my whole wide world — my guiding light.
