Small Town Stomp

(hey, yeah) Dirt road dust on my favorite boots

Got my grandfather's stubborn roots

Just a boy with a guitar in his hand

Trying to make sense of this old land

Underneath the wide open sky

Watching all the slow clouds roll by

Nothing but time and a dream to chase

Finding my peace in this quiet place

Workday ends and the evening glows

Where the river bend softly flows

Learned to listen to what the wind has to say

At the closing of another long day

Underneath the wide open sky

Watching all the slow clouds roll by

Nothing but time and a dream to chase

Finding my peace in this quiet place

Just a boy and his guitar

(yeah, underneath the sky)