Lyrics
Verse 1:
Little Johnny, raised on the edge of the county line,
In a town where the sun don't set without a fight.
He learned young, from the fire's glow and the river's rage,
To stand by your kin, come what may.
Momma taught him through the storms and the scorching droughts,
"Son, helping hands is what love's about."
Chorus:
Driving down old country roads,
Fishing lines in the creek that flows.
Hunting in the early morn's light,
Building bonds, living right.
In the woods, we find our dreams,
Sharing tales, mending seams.
It's here with friends we understand,
The gift of living hand in hand.
Verse 2:
Grew up fast under that wide-open sky,
Helping neighbors when the creek ran high.
When famine struck, he was first to lend a seed,
Believing in the power of a good deed.
Dad showed him, under stars or bright sunlight,
"You'll find your strength in doing what's right."
Chorus:
Driving down old country roads,
Fishing lines in the creek that flows.
Hunting in the early morn's light,
Building bonds, living right.
In the woods, we find our dreams,
Sharing tales, mending seams.
It's here with friends we understand,
The gift of living hand in hand.
Bridge:
Now he stands tall, a man among the crowd,
Voices rising, some lost, some loud.
For those different, he's the first to take a stand,
Holding close the lessons from the land.
Verse 3:
He remembers how the old folks would advise,
"Love thy neighbor, son, open your eyes."
With a heart full grown from the seeds of youth,
He champions the cause of truth.
Chorus:
Driving down old country roads,
Fishing lines in the creek that flows.
Hunting in the early morn's light,
Building bonds, living right.
In the woods, we find our dreams,
Sharing tales, mending seams.
It's here with friends we understand,
The gift of living hand in hand.
Outro:
On those country roads, with friends so dear,
He carries on without fear.
Rooted deep in the land he loves,
Spreading wings like the doves above.
