Tekst Utworu

Pinewood dust on a beat up floor That broom's been in the corner since 1994 Deer sheds hanging on the wall with a line of license plates We were so close we almost had all 50 states The sounds of saws and hammers through the years Through the noice and ringing in my ears That radio plays Country gold in your old wood shop The dust might settle but I know that silver Sony ain't gon' stop That radio plays Like the sound of legacy Ain't nothing that you built stand stronger than your family tree Even though you've seen your last days That radio plays That radio on an old wood bench Reminds me of you singing Jonny Cash and Sunday hymns This family gathers around to hear your voice from time to time We dial in that station that's been playing all our lives The sound of saws and hammers through the years Through the noise and ringing in my ears That radio plays Country gold in your old wood shop The dust might settle but I know that silver Sony ain't gon' stop That radio plays Like the sound of legacy Ain't nothing that you built stand stronger than your family tree Even though you've seen your last days That radio plays Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Alright Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Oh oh oh That radio plays Country gold in your old wood shop The dust might settle but I know that silver Sony ain't gon' stop That radio plays Like the sound of legacy Ain't nothing that you built stand stronger than your family tree Even though you've seen your last days That radio plays That radio plays That radio plays That radio plays Oh oh ohhh
Writer(s): Walker Tuten, Sam Tuten, John Rhey, Josh Jakub Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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