Redwood Nights

Down a two-lane road where the fields roll wide,

Old red truck and a Friday night ride,

Sun goes down over the county line,

Cold beer, good friends,

everything feels right.

Oh, Redwood County, where the wild winds blow,

Where everybody knows you wherever you go,

From the courthouse lights to the riverbank,

We’ve got a little bit of heaven and a whole lot of

thanks. Yeah, Redwood County,

this is where I belong,

Where the nights run late and the memories run strong.

(yeah, run strong)

Mama’s on the porch and Dad’s fixing the gate,

Grandpa tells stories like he’s never in a hurry,

Football on Friday, church on Sunday,

And a country song playing down the highway.

And if I ever leave these roads behind,

I know this place will always be mine,

‘Cause home ain’t just a place on a map,

It’s the people and the memories you can’t get back.

(you can't get back)

Oh, Redwood County, let that old flag fly,

Underneath those stars in a Carolina sky,

From the backroads home to the county line,

Redwood County’s always gonna be mine.

Yeah, Redwood County, this is where I belong,

Where the nights run late and the memories run strong.

(yeah,

so strong)

(Redwood County...) (where the memories run strong...)