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Rod's Ride Home 2 by Russell

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Rod's Ride Home 2

Country

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dust kicks up behind that old ford rolling past the county line,
rod’s fingers hum a lonesome tune that’s carved from wired twine.
sun dips low, the whiskey glow’s caught in the break of dusk,
a six-pack promises the night a little less like rust.
strings bend under starry hands, road hum and radio bands,
every mile’s a story kept, every song a secret left.
rod’s ride home, through fields where the wild grass bends,
where the night’s thick with stories and the fading light never ends.
with a guitar on his back and a cold beer in his hand,
rod’s ride home is more than just a stretch of land.
tailgate down, sunburnt crown, friends laughing in the air,
songs spill out like spilled beer, careless without a care.
town’s behind, but it’s not gone—still humming in the strings,
like a chorus caught inside a breeze that the evening wind brings.
calloused hands and worn-out boots, six-string truths beneath the moon,
each chord wraps around the night, calling rod back to the light.
rod’s ride home, through fields where the wild grass bends,
where the night’s thick with stories and the fading light never ends.
with a guitar on his back and a cold beer in his hand,
rod’s ride home is more than just a stretch of land.
friday’s flame in a small town’s sigh, neon’s dull but stars stay high,
guitar weeps the songs no one sings, pouring out from heartstrings,
that old ford hums its steady tune, a soundtrack rolling under moon,
every turn, every town, every mile, leading him back to a smile.
rod’s ride home, through fields where the wild grass bends,
where the night’s thick with stories and the fading light never ends.
with a guitar on his back and a cold beer in his hand,
rod’s ride home is more than just a stretch of land.
so raise your glass by the riverside, to the roads that never lie,
rod’s ride home’s where the heart sleeps deep beneath the sky.