歌词
[Intro] [Verse] The eighty-seven Ford grinds slow Up where the mountain laurels grow Yellow wrappers in the tray Sweetness from a different day Pine needles dance on the hood I’m doing what I know I should [Pre-Chorus] The road is narrow, the air is thin Letting all the quiet in One last turn around the bend Saying goodbye to an old friend [Chorus] Splintered railings under my thumb Knowing that the end has come Left a birdhouse on the floor Right beside the kitchen door A little cedar, a little grace For the ghosts inside this place [Verse] Forty years on a power line Chasing wires, feeling fine But these old knees are getting weak And the floorboards start to squeak Sold the dirt and sold the beams Packed away the dusty dreams [Pre-Chorus] The road is narrow, the air is thin Letting all the quiet in One last turn around the bend Saying goodbye to an old friend [Chorus] Splintered railings under my thumb Knowing that the end has come Left a birdhouse on the floor Right beside the kitchen door A little cedar, a little grace For the ghosts inside this place [Bridge] Hand-carved wings and a hollow heart Hardest thing is the part to start Mama’s garden is overgrown But I’m never truly alone The Blue Ridge keeps the secrets kept While the whole wide valley slept [Instrumental] [Verse] I see her shadow in the glass Watching all the seasons pass She’d tell me, “Son, don’t you fret” “There ain't nothing to regret” So I put the truck in gear Leaving all the memories here [Chorus] Splintered railings under my thumb Knowing that the end has come Left a birdhouse on the floor Right beside the kitchen door A little cedar, a little grace For the ghosts inside this place [Outro]
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