Studio in the Sticks

Lyrics

It'll take you back home or down a red dirt road
Up in a jacked up ford or chevy pick her up truck
Kinda make you feel you ain’t ever too old
For struttin’ down a seven mile ridge just to drag you on up…an eight point buck
It’s a three chord truth on a four count lie
That what it is and what it ain’t is just a song in time
You even hate to write it maybe say it all wrong
Pick at them words like it’s upper creek gold but hey…it’s just a song

It’s just a song I know it’s just a song a sing along
And it’s a lot about life but it shouldn’t be as long
It’s the dreamers chasin’ dreams and the givin’ up on
That they believe what they’ve been writin’ is just a song

It’s a graveside service and amazing grace
It’s a three chord sleuth to a four beat pace
It’s a fireball whiskey sippin’ wedding night tux
And some wallen tim and hardy with some eric church luck
So you better give a…never dare say it…’s just a song

It’ll make a silver haired sixty one year old man
Crank up an amp ‘n rock ‘n roll or start a country band
It’s you better call her mama even if’n she ain’t kin
‘Cause she done buried her two precious sons…one was your best friend

It’s just a song I know it’s just a song a sing along
And it’s a lot about life but it shouldn’t be as long
It’s the dreamers chasin’ dreams and the givin’ up on
That they believe what they’ve been singin’ is just a song

It’s a three chord truth on a four count lie
That what it is and what it ain’t is just a song in time
You'll write it play it sing it then you'll still get it wrong
And when you’re up all night just remember…it’s just a…right

Got some family and some friends who never gave a shh (don't say it)
Say you’re just a fool wastin’ time boy what an idiot
But you’ve never been a man to say you woulda shoulda could
From your new boat on a lake by your new cabin…in the woods
Where I'm penning three chord truths to some four beat lines
It’s what it is and where you ain’t but it’s a pretty good life…for just a song

OUTRO/ADLIBS
It's just a song...It's a channel cat bitin' on a river trot line
It's just a song...It's a john deere green and some combine time
It's just a song...It's a preacher gonna yell about heaven ‘n hell
It’s just a song…It’s just a song man
It's just a song...It's fireball dell ‘til Bobby rang the cut off bell
(Ya...Well you had to be there for that last line so...those who know...know)
It's just a song