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Sunset Roads & Worn-Out Maps 1 by courtney

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Sunset Roads & Worn-Out Maps 1 by courtney - Country Song,Male Vocals music cover art

Sunset Roads & Worn-Out Maps 1

Country Song,Male Vocals

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Lyrics
Description
[Intro]
Acoustic guitar, fingerpicked (4 bars)
[Verse 1]
Dust on the dashboard, the diesel hums low,
Two-lane ribbon where the wildflowers grow.
Photo in the visor, your laugh in the light,
Coffee-ringed map with the edges worn white.
[Chorus]
Take me down those sunset roads where the radio knows,
Where cornfields bow and the evening wind blows.
Rearview full of promises we used to roam,
This worn-out map still points me home.
[Verse 2]
Porch light flickers like a memory's flame,
Your name carved in the step, time spelled out in a frame.
Pedal steel sighs under the fading sky,
I hum the lines of the life that keeps me trying.
[Chorus — Variation]
Take me down those sunset roads where the radio knows,
Where the barn lights blink and the riverbank glows.
Rearview full of promises we used to roam,
This worn-out map still points me home —
(ahhh, harmony swells on "home")
[Bridge]
When lightning split the willow, you stayed 'til morning light,
You wrapped me up in old coats and held me through the night.
We braided hopes from cigarette sparks and neon signs,
Found little truths between the fenceposts and county lines.
[Chorus — Build]
Take me down those sunset roads where the radio knows,
Where the dust kicks up like stories nobody told.
Rearview full of promises we used to roam,
This worn-out map still points me home —
(three-part harmony, vocal lift on "home")
[Final Chorus — Lifted]
Take me down those sunset roads, under a copper sky's glow,
Where the church bell rings and the slow cicadas know.
Rearview full of promises we used to roam,
This worn-out map still points me home —
(ah — and it whispers: "lead me on")
[Outro]
Guitar and pedal steel fade, one last hum of the road,
Footsteps on gravel, a porch light, a small welcome.
So roll the windows down and let the night come slow —
That worn-out map still points me home.