Blue Bourbon Breeze

Sun comes up through the screen door

Dust on the boots by the bed

Coffee black and the bills laid out With a thousand thoughts in

my head

I put my hands to the stubborn ground Plant what the rain

might spare

Ain’t much gold in these red clay fields But there’s enough to

keep us here

When the night rolls in across these roads I know every turn

back home

I’m a country boy,

raised by the weather Living off the land,

holding us together If the well runs low,

if the hard times rise I’ll keep this roof and these hearts

alive Ain’t got much,

but what I call mine For the ones I love,

I’ll bleed

Till the last light dies

I’m still here, just a country boy

Mama keeps jars in the cellar Daddy’s old coat on a nail

My woman counts the newborn calves While I mend another rail

There’s a price on every good thing And a lesson in every

scar

But a warm light burning in the window

Reminds me who we are

When the cold wind runs along the tree

line

There’s a fire waiting inside

Let the thunder roll over the tin roof Let the black creek

climb the bank

I’ve learned to work with these two hands And be grateful for

what they bring

No easy road through a hard land No promise that the rain

will stay

But love is showing up when the daylight fades And choosing them

every day

I’m a country boy,

shaped by the weather Living off the land,

keeping us together If the whole sky breaks,

if the crops don’t grow

I’ll be the steady hand they know Ain’t got much,

but what I call mine For the ones I love,

I’ll bleed

Till the last light dies Let the dark roll on,

let the cold wind roar There’s a light in this house and

a hand at the door

I’m still here, just a country boy

Still here

With a fire in the stove

And my people close