
歌词
[Intro] [Verse] Dusk falls on the cinder block Turning off the heavy lock Grease is deep beneath the skin Where the daily work begins Three generations on this ground The loudest hearts make little sound [Pre-Chorus] At twenty-two I packed the car Headed for a neon star But the gravel called me home No more reason left to roam [Chorus] I fix the trucks that haul the grain I mend the parts that feel the strain It’s a silver lining service call Standing steady, standing tall No one posts about the grime But I’m rich in borrowed time Just a local hand to lend With a broken heart to mend [Post-Chorus] Yeah, I'm the local hand Working on this land [Verse] Teenage kids with beat-up rides Hopes and dreams kept tucked inside Widows needing one more mile Paid me with a tired smile Sun visors hide the secret notes Scrawled in ink on winter coats [Pre-Chorus] I hear the steel guitar cry low Like a ghost from long ago I chose the wrench over the wire And I never lost the fire [Chorus] I fix the trucks that haul the grain I mend the parts that feel the strain It’s a silver lining service call Standing steady, standing tall No one posts about the grime But I’m rich in borrowed time Just a local hand to lend With a broken heart to mend [Bridge] Nashville’s just a radio station In this small-town operation I don’t need the bright marquee To know exactly who to be Sometimes I wonder, late at night Then I see that shop-bay light [Solo] [Verse] Clean electric twang tonight Everything is doing fine The smell of diesel and the pine Trace the family bloodline I didn't make the big-time show But I got nowhere else to go [Chorus] I fix the trucks that haul the grain I mend the parts that feel the strain It’s a silver lining service call Standing steady, standing tall No one posts about the grime But I’m rich in borrowed time Just a local hand to lend With a broken heart to mend [Outro]
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