Sam Barber - Ghost Town

Windows down Cruisin' 'round singin' every song they know 'Cause they're still young Just tryna live it up 'til the blood runs cold And 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 Remember days when you could go roll around Crank a little George Strait and know every face in this town Remember days a helping hand could always be found Ice cold beer and baseball games were always common ground Summer days Mid-creek swimmin' and baling hay When Sunday came You sit around the table and say your grace It's where my grandfather always told me to think 'fore I speak Hell, that's probably why he's the 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 Remember days when you could go roll around Crank a little George Strait and know every face in this town Remember days a helping hand could always be found Ice cold beer and baseball games were always common ground Windows down Cruisin' 'round singin' every song that I know 'Cause I'm still young And I'm just tryna live it up 'fore my blood runs cold