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[Intro] [Verse] Dust on the glass counter Smell of grain and leather Old boots from a neighbor Worn out in the weather Left them by the door Scuffed across the floor I reached inside the toe To see how far they go [Verse] I found a paper folded Yellowed by the years Something the leather molded Away from all the tears Three cups of sliced peaches Whatever this ghost teaches Dated August ninety-four Signed Evelyn near the door [Pre-Chorus] Sugar and a pinch of salt Love wasn't at any fault The mandolin starts to ring I hear the memory sing [Chorus] Just a peach pie recipe Folded in a work boot Tracing back the family tree Where the heart took root Simple sugar flour and grace Written in a different place It is the quiet magic Of a small town life [Post-Chorus] Oh the small things stay Finding their own way [Break] [Verse] Evelyn lived on the ridge Past the rusted iron bridge White paint peeling slow Where the wild roses grow She answered with a stare Silver in her hair I held out the note And the words she wrote [Chorus] Just a peach pie recipe Folded in a work boot Tracing back the family tree Where the heart took root Simple sugar flour and grace Written in a different place It is the quiet magic Of a small town life [Bridge] Thirty years in a shoe Waiting for a boy like you To bring a piece of him Back from the edge and rim She said he lost it then Now it is home again [Verse] We sat on the porch swing Talked about every little thing How the harvest used to be Under the old oak tree A clerk from the supply store Knocking on a stranger's door Finding what was meant to be In a simple recipe [Chorus] Just a peach pie recipe Folded in a work boot Tracing back the family tree Where the heart took root Simple sugar flour and grace Written in a different place It is the quiet magic Of a small town life [Post-Chorus] Peach pie in the oven Full of quiet lovin' Ordinary small town days In a thousand gentle ways [Outro]
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