Détails de la musique

Porchlight and Pay Dirt (A)
Country,Joy,Anticipation,Uplifting,Peaceful,Romantic,Soulful,Melodic,Slow,Danceable,Male Voice,Male singer,Tenor,Dramatic Vocal,Accelerating
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Verse 1
Sun burns slow on a blacktop Sunday,
coffee steams like a small-town prayer.
Mama’s pie cools on the windowsill,
two kids on a porch swing, barefoot and bare.
The mill whistle blows at the edge of town,
we trade our sweat for a Saturday crown.
Pre-Chorus
We learn to measure grace in jars on the shelf,
count our riches by the hands that hold us well.
Chorus
Life in a small town can be tough, I know—
but the sky gives back with a hush and a glow.
We got porchlight and pay dirt, and hearts that don’t hurt,
a slow kind of love that steadies the road.
It’s rough out here, but oh the rewards—
small miracles stitched in the yard.
Verse 2
Wind kicks up where the tall grass meets the road,
drought wears thin the map of our plans.
But neighbors come with a trailer of water,
and someone’s always got spare nails and hands.
We dance on Saturdays in the school gym light,
two-stepping through the dust ’til the morning’s bright.
Pre-Chorus
The bills pile up like winter on the fence,
but laughter’s loud, and forgiveness is plain.
Chorus
Life in a small town can be tough, I know—
but the sky gives back with a hush and a glow.
We got porchlight and pay dirt, and hearts that don’t hurt,
a slow kind of love that steadies the road.
It’s rough out here, but oh the rewards—
small miracles stitched in the yard.
Bridge (soft, breathy)
When the storm rolls in and the stars hide their names,
we patch the roof with songs, call each other by old names.
There’s pride in the lines on a weathered hand,
and peace in the place where your people stand.
Breakdown
One busted pickup, one patched-up dream,
we build forever out of what we keep.
Final Chorus (gentle lift)
Life in a small town can be tough, I know—
but the sky gives back with a hush and a glow.
We got porchlight and pay dirt, and hands that never quit,
home-cooked Sundays and the honest grit.
It’s rough out here, but oh the rewards—
love in the soft light, and the work we afford.
Outro (whisper)
Stay—let the porchlight find us again,
we’ll walk the dirt and call it heaven.