Bluegrass Bound

Pack the boxes in the bed of the truck

Leaving behind my lifetime of luck

These Georgia pines are growing too small

I hear a brand new country call

Crossing lines where the state lines blend

Every highway must find an end

(find an end)

Oh Kentucky, hold me tight

Underneath your limestone night

Where the bluegrass meets the clay

I'm gonna build my home to stay (yeah)

Rolling hills under morning mist

Different fields that the rain has kissed

No more dirt roads that I used to pace

I'm finding comfort in a brand new place

Sometimes the silence is hard to believe

But I finally got the air to breathe

Oh Kentucky, hold me tight

Underneath your

limestone night

Where the bluegrass meets the clay

I'm gonna build my home to stay

Limestone

nights... (ahhhh)