Fifty-Two Dust
neo traditional country

Fifty-Two Dust

Kibi

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Lyrics

[Intro]
[Verse]
Sunlight hits the dusty floor
Cleaning out the tack room door
Found a boot from years before
Worn down to the very core
Stiffened leather, cracked and grey
From a long forgotten day
When the work was just a way
To keep the winter winds at bay
[Pre-Chorus]
Deep inside the leather heel
Something thin I had to feel
Yellowed edge and jagged seal
Makes the memory start to reel
[Chorus]
Nineteen fifty-two in June
Underneath a silver moon
We were gonna ride so soon
Humming that old rodeo tune
Grandpa said we’d make our name
Chase the wild and find the fame
But the season never came
Life just played a different game
[Post-Chorus]
Just a ticket in the boot
Deep down at the very root
Of a dream that didn't shoot
Now the point is nearly moot
[Verse]
He had hands like knotted pine
Guided every move of mine
Taught me how to hold the line
Told me we would both be fine
But the harvest ran too late
Then the winter closed the gate
We just left it up to fate
Standing by the pasture plate
[Pre-Chorus]
I can see his weathered face
Moving with a steady grace
In this quiet, empty space
Time is something I can't chase
[Chorus]
Nineteen fifty-two in June
Underneath a silver moon
We were gonna ride so soon
Humming that old rodeo tune
Grandpa said we’d make our name
Chase the wild and find the fame
But the season never came
Life just played a different game
[Bridge]
Now I’m seventy and two
Looking at this shade of blue
Wishing I was there with you
Doing what we meant to do
But I’m thankful for the ride
With the lessons by my side
Nowhere left for me to hide
In this swelling country tide
[Verse]
The ink is faded on the page
Showing every bit of age
Like a bird inside a cage
Turned into a quiet sage
I can almost hear the crowd
Cheering long and cheering loud
Making both our spirits proud
Walking on a golden cloud
[Chorus]
Nineteen fifty-two in June
Underneath a silver moon
We were gonna ride so soon
Humming that old rodeo tune
Grandpa said we’d make our name
Chase the wild and find the fame
But the season never came
Life just played a different game
[Break]
[Hook]
It’s a faded piece of paper
Turning into morning vapor
Like a flickering candle taper
In a world that’s grown much safer
[Outro]

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Fifty-Two Dust – Kibi · Kibi Music