Dusty Roads and Old Guitars

[Verse] Underneath the swaying oak trees' shade, I find my solace where memories are made, With an old guitar on my knee, Dusty roads calling out to me. [Verse 2] Dust trails rise behind a beaten truck, In this town, we've had our share of luck, There's a faded bar where we play our tunes, Under a silver Tennessee moon. [Chorus] Oh, these dusty roads and old guitars, Chasing dreams beneath the southern stars, With a lonesome tune and an open sky, We'll keep on singing 'til the well runs dry. [Verse 3] Grandpa's fiddle still bears the marks, Of long-gone dances in the county parks, Every note a echo through the years, Bringing smiles as well as tears. [Verse 4] The porch light’s on, supper's hot and ready, Momma's voice still sounds so steady, Her song of prayer at the end of day, Guides us home as dreams fade away. [Chorus] Oh, these dusty roads and old guitars, Chasing dreams beneath the southern stars, With a lonesome tune and an open sky, We'll keep on singing 'til the well runs dry.