Lyrics:

[Verse] In a little town down a dirt road Where the fields stretch wide and the crops grow There's a tavern with a neon sign Where the locals go when they need to unwind He sits on a stool, sippin' whiskey on ice His heart full of dreams, but his pockets ain't so nice He's got that small town blues, can't catch a break But he keeps on singin', for the love of the chase [Verse 2] On a porch swing, he strums his old guitar The music drifts through the night like a shooting star The sound of the crickets, the smell of the hay He paints a picture of a simpler time, where he longs to stay