Old Friends, Long Roads
Singalong Americana country song: bright fiddle, rolling banjo, harmonica and stomping acoustic guitars, with a warm male lead and group vocals on the chorus. Free-spirited and joyful, with lyrics about a long road trip with old friends.
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Gravel popping underneath the tiresCoffee in a thermos, climbing higherBenny’s in the back with his old guitarCounting up the miles in this rusted carWindows rolled down, let the pine air inWhere we’re going, we’ve already beenMap on the dashboard, coffee on the floorWho could ever ask for any more?Wild and freeJust the way we’re meant to beRolling down the open roadLightening up the heavy loadWild and freeLike the wind through a willow treeNothing but the road aheadEverything that’s left unsaidWild and freeStopping at a diner for a slice of pieWatching white clouds in a big blue skyLaughter in the front, singing off the keyAin’t no place that I’d rather beDanny tells a joke that we’ve heard ten timesLiving for the rhythm and the easy rhymesSunlight dancing on the chrome and glassWatching all the green fields fly on pastWild and freeJust the way we’re meant to beRolling down the open roadLightening up the heavy loadWild and freeLike the wind through a willow treeNothing but the road aheadEverything that’s left unsaidWild and freeYears might change the way we lookBut they can’t close this open bookEvery turn and every mountain passIs a memory that’s built to lastWild and freeJust the way we’re meant to beRolling down the open roadLightening up the heavy loadWild and freeLike the wind through a willow treeNothing but the road aheadEverything that’s left unsaidWild and free
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