BIRDS Country Rap.Southern Remix
• Written by koolaidman
DUB3030
[Intro – 0:00–0:12]
(Acoustic guitar, birds chirping)
Yeah, yeah, whoa-oh
Small-town boy with a big ol' dream,
Dust on my boots, still chasing that green.
They say the sky ain't got no end,
So I'm spreading my wings again.
[Chorus – 0:12–0:36]
I'm flying with the birds, way up in the sky,
Got a little dirt road running through my mind.
Wings wide open, ain't afraid to fall,
I was born down low, now I'm standing tall.
Whoa-oh, let that freedom ring,
Country boy heart with a wild-side dream.
If the whole world burns, I'll still find my way,
Like the birds flying south on a cold November day.
[Verse 1 – 0:36–1:12]
Raised where the cornfields touch the sunset,
Old Ford truck, got a few regrets.
Mama said, "Son, don't you lose your soul,"
Daddy said, "Work hard, let the good Lord know."
Had a couple fake friends turn their backs,
Had a little heartbreak riding in the back.
Had a pocket full of nothing, tank running dry,
Still had a million-dollar dream in my eyes.
Moonshine nights by a bonfire flame,
Everybody leaves, but the dirt stays the same.
I've been through the rain, I've been through the cold,
Got a thousand little stories that ain't been told.
And I ain't got a mansion, ain't got no gold,
Just a beat-up Bible and a heart full of hope.
When the whole world tells me I won't get far,
I look up at the birds, then I follow the stars.
[Chorus – 1:12–1:36]
I'm flying with the birds, way up in the sky,
Got a little dirt road running through my mind.
Wings wide open, ain't afraid to fall,
I was born down low, now I'm standing tall.
Whoa-oh, let that freedom ring,
Country boy heart with a wild-side dream.
If the whole world burns, I'll still find my way,
Like the birds flying south on a cold November day.
[Verse 2 – 1:36–2:12]
Got a little whiskey burning in my chest,
Trying to make peace with the things I regret.
I lost some people that I wish were here,
Now I talk to the stars when the night gets clear.
Everybody wants fame, everybody wants gold,
I just want a little peace when I'm growing old.
A porch with a view and somebody to hold,
And a story worth telling when my hair turns old.
I've been running from the past, leaving tracks in the mud,
Trying to turn these tears into something I love.
Got a heart full of scars, but it still beats strong,
I learned how to fly when the road went wrong.
So raise one up for the ones we've lost,
For the dreams we chased and the lines we crossed.
No cage can hold what was born to be free,
Them birds in the sky got a whole lot like me.
[Bridge – 2:12–2:25]
(Beat drops out, acoustic guitar)
Oh, carry me home where the wild winds blow,
Where the river runs deep and the tall pines grow.
If I ever get lost, let the sunset shine,
I'll follow those birds to a better life.
[Final Chorus – 2:25–2:40]
I'm flying with the birds, way up in the sky,
Got a little dirt road running through my mind.
Wings wide open, ain't afraid to fall,
I was born down low, now I'm standing tall.
Whoa-oh, let that freedom ring,
A country boy's heart still chasing his dream.
[Outro – 2:40–2:45]
(Guitar fades, birds chirping)
Yeah, I'm finally free...
Just like the birds...
Flying home.
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koolaidman
Member since June 17 2024