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Dirt Road Ghosts
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Artist:cody_p_smith1
Duration:4:52
Tags:Country rap with gritty acoustic guitar picking,mid-tempo swung drums,and soaring female harmony; verse rides close-mic male rap over dusty guitar and low stomp,pre-chorus opens with stacked hums and rising backing lines,chorus hits with wide harmony,thumb piano accents,and a hard clap pulse. Male lead stays intimate and weathered,female vocal floats in high harmony with echo doubles and wordless lifts. Ear candy includes reversed guitar swells into the hook,distant porch-chime flourishes,and a final chorus lift. Mix is warm,punchy,and cinematic,with a raw rural edge.,faint,loud,country,soaring,wrestling,pop,acoustic,female vocals,rap,harmony,world,emotional
[Intro] Yeah For everybody who made it back across the water But still fighting the war in their own backyard Listen up [Verse 1] Dirt road dust on the Chevy hood Back in the pines where I thought I would Find a little peace, find a little quiet But my mind's in the sand still starting up a riot Dog tags hanging from the rearview mirror Objects in the glass make the memories clearer Uncle Sam called, yeah, I answered the phone But they never really tell you how to make it back home Got a smile for the neighbors, a wave for the preacher But the midnight shadows are a whole 'nother teacher Sweat on the sheets, reaching for a rifle Tryna read the Word but I'm wrestling the Bible Heart beating fast like a Huey in the sky Telling everyone I'm good, just another white lie (Faded and far) (Faded and far) [Pre-Chorus] Yeah, I made it back But I still feel that track In my bones In my bones [Chorus] The war’s over But the battle wages on Between the setting of the sun And the breaking of the dawn I traded in my camo For these faded blue jeans (These faded blue jeans) But I'm still fighting ghosts That nobody else sees I left my blood in the dirt I did my country proud (I did my country proud) Now I'm looking for the quiet In a world that’s too loud Just a combat vet on a rural route Learning how to breathe Learning how to figure it out [Verse 2] Tailgate dropped, sipping on a little clear Trying to wash away the smoke, trying to drown out fear Fourth of July, man, the fireworks pop Hit the dirt fast 'cause the instincts don't stop People say thank you, people shake my hand But they don't know the weight of the boots in the sand Lost two brothers on an IED road Now I'm carrying their memory, carrying the load Ain't looking for a handout, ain't looking for pity Just a country boy far away from the city Fighting the demons in the cab of this truck Running on grit, running out of luck But I made a promise to the boys who fell That I'd live a good life even walking through hell (Ooh, walking through hell) (Ooh, walking through hell) [Pre-Chorus] Yeah, I made it back But I still feel that track In my bones In my bones [Chorus] The war’s over But the battle wages on Between the setting of the sun And the breaking of the dawn I traded in my camo For these faded blue jeans (These faded blue jeans) But I'm still fighting ghosts That nobody else sees I left my blood in the dirt I did my country proud (I did my country proud) Now I'm looking for the quiet In a world that’s too loud Just a combat vet on a rural route Learning how to breathe Learning how to figure it out [Bridge] If I fall apart Hold the line for me By the back fence lights Where the black trees lean And if I shake at night Sing me home somehow (Oh, sing me home) I’m still here I’m still here now [Final Chorus] The war’s over But the battle wages on Between the setting of the sun And the breaking of the dawn I traded in my camo For these faded blue jeans (These faded blue jeans) But I'm still fighting ghosts That nobody else sees I left my blood in the dirt I did my country proud (I did my country proud) Now I'm looking for the quiet In a world that’s too loud Just a combat vet on a rural route Learning how to breathe Learning how to figure it out [Outro] For everybody who made it back across the water Still fighting the war in their own backyard