Sound
Country Rock, male singer with dark southern accent, guitars, piano, harmonica, mandolin, Soulful, Melodic, Playful, Acoustic guitar strums, Passionate, Acoustic harmonies, Punchy beat,
Lyrics
(Harmonica intro, a little dusty and twangy)
Another stretch of highway, hummin' a weary tune
Sun beatin' down, felt like the middle of June
In October. That ol' Chevy, she'd been coughin' and wheezin'
But you held her steady, just kept on pleasin'
(Slight guitar riff, low and rumbling)
Now look at you, dust on your boots and a grin on your face
Parking that rig, findin' your space
Hear that piano, poundin' out somethin' slow
Yep, you made it, partner, where the good times flow.
(Sound of a door swinging open, a little bar chatter)
Step inside, let your worries fade away
Smell of sawdust, beer, and yesterday
Find yourself a stool, don't you mind the creak
Order up a cold one, let your troubles leak.
(A single, clear guitar note)
Yeah, you earned this, friend. This ain't no mirage.
Just a neon glow and a friendly camouflage
From the grind and the hustle, the push and the shove
Just you, a cold beer, and a whole lotta love… for relaxin'.
(Harmonica outro fades out with a final, satisfied sigh)
Another stretch of highway, hummin' a weary tune
Sun beatin' down, felt like the middle of June
In October. That ol' Chevy, she'd been coughin' and wheezin'
But you held her steady, just kept on pleasin'
(Slight guitar riff, low and rumbling)
Now look at you, dust on your boots and a grin on your face
Parking that rig, findin' your space
Hear that piano, poundin' out somethin' slow
Yep, you made it, partner, where the good times flow.
(Sound of a door swinging open, a little bar chatter)
Step inside, let your worries fade away
Smell of sawdust, beer, and yesterday
Find yourself a stool, don't you mind the creak
Order up a cold one, let your troubles leak.
(A single, clear guitar note)
Yeah, you earned this, friend. This ain't no mirage.
Just a neon glow and a friendly camouflage
From the grind and the hustle, the push and the shove
Just you, a cold beer, and a whole lotta love… for relaxin'.
(Harmonica outro fades out with a final, satisfied sigh)