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Tracy on the Hill — Guitar Ballad 2 by Trent

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Tracy on the Hill — Guitar Ballad 2

Guitar Ballad,Male (Gravelly) Vocals

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[Verse 1]
Late neon on the diner sign, dust on the road that bends,
Slide guitar moans like a secret, where the highway ends.
Porch light halo on the ridge, whiskey breath and thrill,
There's a woman up the hill — her name is Tracy Hill.
[Pre-Chorus]
When the amp hums low and the moon hangs still,
Every crooked mile knows her like a will.
[Chorus]
Tracy on the hill, she’s my electric thrill,
A crooked smile, a burning feel — she bends me to her will.
Tracy on the hill, she’s the spark, she’s the pull,
Ain’t no denyin’ when she moves — she makes the night full.
Ain’t no denyin’, baby, she got that good-ass pussy — yeah, it’s truth I feel and trust.
[Verse 2]
Leather jacket, denim pressed, boots that know the road,
Laughter like a highway hymn, stories she don’t unload.
She rides the dusk like a silhouette, cigarette smoke and lace,
Got a map of midnight in her eyes, and she keeps a steady pace.
[Pre-Chorus]
Hear the slide sing sorrow, hear the backbeat fill,
Every broken neon heart says her name on the hill.
[Chorus]
Tracy on the hill, she’s my electric thrill,
A crooked smile, a burning feel — she bends me to her will.
Tracy on the hill, she’s the spark, she’s the pull,
Ain’t no denyin’ when she moves — she makes the night full.
Ain’t no denyin’, baby, she got that good-ass pussy — yeah, it’s truth I feel and trust.
[Bridge]
Under a tin-star sky she whispers low, gravel and gold,
Pulls me close, the world gets small, the night gets bold.
Slide guitar and old regrets melt into her breath,
She’s a dangerous kind of mercy, a beautiful kind of threat.
[Break — Guitar Solo over Verse Groove]
(Slide guitar moan — dusty, slow, then climbing)
[Final Chorus]
Tracy on the hill, she’s my electric thrill,
Repeat the line like a prayer, like a law I’ll never kill.
Tracy on the hill, queen of midnight and dust,
She hums the strings, she breaks the rules — in Tracy I trust.
Ain’t no denyin’, baby, she got that good-ass pussy — and baby, I’m hers; I’m hers till the last amp dies.
[Outro]
Slow fade on the freeway, tail lights like hearts that spill,
I sing her name soft — Tracy, Tracy on the hill.
(Slide guitar fades into the night, the diner clock ticks still)
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