Ghost Town (live) Songtext
Windows down
Cruisin' 'round singin' every song they know
They're still young
Just tryna live it up 'til their blood runs cold
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
Cruisin' 'round singin' every song they know
They're still young
Just tryna live it up 'til their blood runs cold
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
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
Summer days
Made for creek swimmin' and balin' hay
Sunday came, sit around a table and say your grace
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
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
Windows down Cruisin' 'round singin' every song that I know
'Cause I'm still young
Just tryna live it up 'fore my blood runs cold
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
Summer days
Made for creek swimmin' and balin' hay
Sunday came, sit around a table and say your grace
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
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
Windows down Cruisin' 'round singin' every song that I know
'Cause I'm still young
Just tryna live it up 'fore my blood runs cold
