Quiet Strings

ATS Cowboy Up,

Justin Broussard on the line

Leaving work with the storm clouds behind

Bush hogging fields and levee roads Long ways from home with a

heavy load

Thunder rolls and the lightning shines

Raking hay through the hard night sky

I'm heading home, but I'm leaving soon Past the dark clouds and

the harvest moon From the rodeo road to the porch light glow

Carrying memories wherever I go ATS Cowboy Up,

let that old truck roam Long ways out,

but I'm heading home

Long logging roads

and a logging truck ride

I watched Pawpaw welding by his side

He told a long story while the sparks flew bright

Then the call came through: go mow tonight

I've been fishing, hunting,

traveling far

Following back roads beneath every star

My grandpaw passed, I saw him one last time

I hold that goodbye like a county line

Never hear his voice calling me again But I see him where

the long roads bend

Rest in peace, Pawpaw,

sleep beneath the pines Your love rides with me through the rest

of my miles I'm heading home,

but I'm leaving soon Past the dark clouds and the harvest moon

From the rodeo road to the porch light glow Carrying Pawpaw wherever

I go ATS Cowboy Up,

let that old truck roam Rest in peace,

Pawpaw — your love leads me home