
Ghost Town (Live) Sam Barber
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[Verse 1]
Windows down
Cruisin' 'round singin' every song they know
They're still young
Just tryna live it up 'til their blood runs cold
[Pre-Chorus]
But I can't count all these stories I've heard from family before me
How they'd backroad drink and wind up lost amongst the trees
Lettin' go of these roots has let this damn world grow so weak
God, the things I'd do to lift this ghost town off its knees
[Chorus]
Remember days that you could go roll around
Crank a little George Strait and know every face in this town
Remember days a helpin' hand could always be found
Ice cold beer and baseball games were always common ground
[Verse 2]
Summer days
Made for creek swimmin' and balin' hay
Sunday came, sit around a table and say your grace
[Pre-Chorus]
It's where my grandfather always told me to think before I speak
Hell, that's probably why he's a man I strive to be
Lettin' go of these roots has let this damn world grow so weak
God, the things I'd do to lift this ghost town off its knees
Windows down
Cruisin' 'round singin' every song they know
They're still young
Just tryna live it up 'til their blood runs cold
[Pre-Chorus]
But I can't count all these stories I've heard from family before me
How they'd backroad drink and wind up lost amongst the trees
Lettin' go of these roots has let this damn world grow so weak
God, the things I'd do to lift this ghost town off its knees
[Chorus]
Remember days that you could go roll around
Crank a little George Strait and know every face in this town
Remember days a helpin' hand could always be found
Ice cold beer and baseball games were always common ground
[Verse 2]
Summer days
Made for creek swimmin' and balin' hay
Sunday came, sit around a table and say your grace
[Pre-Chorus]
It's where my grandfather always told me to think before I speak
Hell, that's probably why he's a man I strive to be
Lettin' go of these roots has let this damn world grow so weak
God, the things I'd do to lift this ghost town off its knees
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