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[Intro] [Verse] The door creaks open on a rusted hinge Dusty light makes a golden fringe Forty-two years in these boots of mine Sorting through ghosts and the hands of time Cracked blue vinyl burns my skin Letting all the memories in A distant rooster starts to cry Underneath a wide Montana sky [Pre-Chorus] The steering wheel is thin and cold Stories that were never told Are hiding in the dashboard cracks Taking all the long ways back [Chorus] Found a ticket from eighty-seven Tastes like a little slice of heaven Sticky lemonade on the edge A promise and a summer pledge Grandpa’s truck and a county fair I can almost smell the hay in the air It’s the small things we never planned That stay like dirt upon your hand [Post-Chorus] Yeah, the small things Just the small things [Verse] I flipped the visor to block the glare A yellowed paper was waiting there Grandma’s cursive, neat and small Writing 'bout a late-night call "Don't forget the milk and bread" And "I love you" was all she said Tucked away where the sun don't reach A lesson only love could teach [Chorus] Found a ticket from eighty-seven Tastes like a little slice of heaven Sticky lemonade on the edge A promise and a summer pledge Grandpa’s truck and a county fair I can almost smell the hay in the air It’s the small things we never planned That stay like dirt upon your hand [Bridge] I remember that calf-roping win The way my Grandpa’s face would grin He told me, "Son, the gold will fade" "But cherish every choice you made" Now I’m sitting in his old seat Feeling the rhythm and the heat [Verse] The lap steel moans a lonesome tune In the middle of the afternoon I put the note back in its place Wiped the sweat right off my face The engine hums a low-key G Just like he’s sitting next to me The keys feel heavy in my palm In this deep and dusty calm [Chorus] Found a ticket from eighty-seven Tastes like a little slice of heaven Sticky lemonade on the edge A promise and a summer pledge Grandpa’s truck and a county fair I can almost smell the hay in the air It’s the small things we never planned That stay like dirt upon your hand [Post-Chorus] It’s the small things Just the unplanned things [Outro]
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