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{subtle vinyl static, warm
acoustic guitar picking starts} (mmm) {distant electric piano chord swells} Brody threw
his line out in the deep
blue bend
Maverick cracked a cold one,
talking to
his friend
They sat beneath the canopy of longleaf pines
With shadows on the water and the fishing lines
Oh, we didn't know the words back then (no we didn't) But
we learned to hum them back again {pedal steel swell} {snare drum
brush pattern
enters} And we made this sound out of nothing at all
A beautiful rise
before the fall
Our voices carry, our spirits rise Created music
under open skies (singing oh-oh-oh) They talked about the hunting season in
the fall
Trading stories of the ones they missed and all
With a couple of cans floating in the cooler box
Floating down the river by the mossy rocks
It’s alive in the air we breathe (it's alive) In the magic
we choose to believe {acoustic
guitar solo starts building} {dynamic swell} And
we made this sound out of nothing at all
A beautiful rise
before the fall
Our voices carry, our spirits rise
Created music
under open skies
(under open skies, oh-oh)
Created music... Just you
and I... {guitars slowly fade out} {soft vinyl crackle returns} (hummmmm)