Peach Pie Map

[Intro]
[Verse]
Diesel humming low and sweet
Resting tired, aching feet
Pulled a map from the dash
Buried under some old cash
Tucked between the state lines
Hidden in the road signs
I saw a corner sticking out
Wondered what it was about
[Pre-Chorus]
A little scrap of notebook sheet
Smelling like the summer heat
Cursive writing, neat and fine
Calling from a different time
[Chorus]
It’s a recipe for peach pie
Written for a lucky guy
Sugar, spice, and golden fruit
Growing from a southern root
I can almost smell the kitchen
Stop my heart from all the twitchin'
A stranger’s gift of simple grace
In this lonely, quiet place
[Post-Chorus]
Oh, that peach pie map
In a paper lap
Sweetest thing I’ve seen
If you know what I mean
[Verse]
Three cups of the sliced gold
Stories that the paper told
A pinch of salt, a lot of soul
Keep it in a ceramic bowl
Did she write it for her man?
Did he hold it in his hand?
While he drove across the plains
Through the snow and through the rains
[Pre-Chorus]
Yellowed edges, faded blue
Something old and something true
Just a ghost of someone’s home
For a man who likes to roam
[Chorus]
It’s a recipe for peach pie
Written for a lucky guy
Sugar, spice, and golden fruit
Growing from a southern root
I can almost smell the kitchen
Stop my heart from all the twitchin'
A stranger’s gift of simple grace
In this lonely, quiet place
[Bridge]
White lines keep on flying by
Underneath a heavy sky
But I’ve got a little light
Keeping me awake tonight
It’s the warmth of someone’s heart
Tearing all the miles apart
[Solo]
[Chorus]
It’s a recipe for peach pie
Written for a lucky guy
Sugar, spice, and golden fruit
Growing from a southern root
I can almost smell the kitchen
Stop my heart from all the twitchin'
A stranger’s gift of simple grace
In this lonely, quiet place
[Post-Chorus]
Oh, that peach pie map
In a paper lap
Sweetest thing I’ve seen
If you know what I mean
[Outro]