Keys and Trailblazin

Yeah, we're taking it back to the dirt roads.

Just a piano

and a story to tell.

Used to spend my summers on a wooden porch swing Listening to

the cicadas, how they'd loudly sing

Grandpa on the keys making the floorboards shake

That's the kind of music that a soul would make Now I'm

pacing in the studio,

miles away

Writing down the memories of yesterday

Putting classic country on a modern beat

Mixing backroads dust with the heavy street

Oh, the piano plays and the bassline drops

From the country hills

to the city blocks (sing it now) We find our home where

the two worlds meet

With the keys in the air

and the dust on our feet

Yeah,

I got boots on my feet but the rhythm is fresh

Two different heritages beat in my chest One hand on the plow,

one hand on the mic Showing everyone what a crossover is like

From the dirt to the pavement,

the story is true It's the red,

white, and gold, and the midnight blue

Just listen to the keys as they carry us through

Oh, the piano plays and the bassline drops

From the country hills

to the city blocks (sing it now) We find our home where

the two worlds meet

With the keys in the air

and the dust on our feet

Yeah, keys in the air.

Dust on our feet.

Just a piano and a story to tell.