

Yeah, yeah
Turn that porch light down
Let's keep it right here
Used to watch the dust blow down county line
Counting down the miles just to pass the time
Traded in the tractor for an old beat pen Tryna write the
feelings that won't leave my head
Every mile of gravel taught me how to speak Still got red
dirt right beneath my feet
Now the beat kicks soft and the chords run sweet
Same old kid running on different streets
(yeah, listen close)
We took the gravel road
to the radio Same brown boots
in a brand new show
Singing every line that we used to pray
Finding our rhythm in a modern
way
(oh-oh-oh) Finding our rhythm in a modern
way
Mama kept the screen door open on the porch Said never forget
where you lit that torch So I wrap these rhymes in a
six-string groove Give the front yard crowd something new to move No
pedal steel crying on the track tonight
Just an open heart and the morning light
Now the beat kicks soft and the chords run sweet
Same old kid running on different streets (you
know
it)
We took the gravel road
to the radio Same brown boots
in a brand new show
Singing every line that we used to pray
Finding our rhythm in a modern way
(yeah) Finding our rhythm in a modern
way
Nothing lost, just a shift in the sound
Different sky over familiar ground
Sing it from the roots,
let it breathe free
(ah-ah-ah) Right back to the start with me
We took the gravel road
to the radio Same brown boots
in a brand new show
Singing every line that we used to pray
Finding our rhythm in a modern way (finding our rhythm) Yeah,
we found our rhythm in a modern way
Just a six-string and a pocket.
Country soul, new bounce.
Yeah.