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morne4
4 days ago
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Get lost in the haunting soundscape of this modern country ballad, where dusty highways, rusted signs, and blood-orange sunsets paint a picture of a soul bound to the road. With slide guitar weeping beneath thunder and wind, this song captures the essence of loneliness, reckoning, and the endless search for meaning across forgotten backroads. The lyrics evoke images of an abandoned Texaco, a cracked leather wheel, and a dashboard picture frame — symbols of a life lived on the edge of memory and hope. This isn’t a song about running or escaping; it’s about circling through the dust, trusting the hum of the wheels and the storm ahead. Perfect for fans of outlaw country, Americana, and Southern rock, this track blends steel guitar, barbed wire storytelling, and raw emotion in a way that sticks with you long after the final chord fades. Hit play and take a drive through the heart of nowhere — where the skies bleed, time limps, and the road never ends.

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00:00Dust kicks up like ghosts behind these worn out good years
00:19A cracked leather wheel beneath my hands has been that way for years
00:25Radios have static, but the steel guitar cuts clean
00:31Like the echo of a memory, or the ghost of what has been
00:37Every sign's got paint that's peeling, names that time forgot
00:42But I ain't chasing nothing, I'm just driving what I'm not
00:49These roads don't lead to heaven, and they sure as hell ain't hell
00:55They just twist like old barbed wire, through a land that never tells
01:01Blood orange skies keep bleeding, like the sun don't know it's dusk
01:07Out here time don't run, it limps along in circles in the dust
01:13Yeah, it's circles in the dust
01:16A band in Texaco, with prices frozen 95
01:21I swear I hear the wind singing with the engine still alive
01:27A lonesome hum of thunder, rolls just past the hills
01:34Like it's waiting for a reckoning, or just a place to sit still
01:39A man can lose his shadow, when the world forgets his name
01:46But I got this old truck, this road, and a dashboard picture frame
01:51These roads don't lead to heaven, and they sure as hell ain't hell
01:58They just twist like old barbed wire, through a land that never tells
02:03Blood orange skies keep bleeding, like the sun don't know it's dusk
02:09Out here time don't run, it limps along in circles in the dust
02:16Yeah, it's circles in the dust
02:19A bottle on the passenger seat, half full or half forgot
02:24And a prayer that never made it past the pine trees I once crossed
02:31I'm not run and I'm not lost, I'm just bound to what I trust
02:37The hum of wheels, the storm ahead, in circles in the dust
02:43Slide guitar weeps beneath thunder and wind echoing lonely howls
03:03These roads don't lead to answers, and they damn sure ain't the past
03:13They're lined with ghosts and rusty signs in places built to last
03:19Blood orange skies keep fading, like the smoke behind my rust
03:25Out here I ain't escaping, I'm just circling in the dust
03:31Yeah, just circling in the dust
03:34Keep rolling
03:35Oh friend
03:38Ain't no end
03:41Just circles
03:44In the dust

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