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Under The Old Tree

[Verse 1]

Sun’s droppin’ slow behind the cornfield line

Dust on my boots, but the mood feels fine

That row of benches by the old oak tree

Sittin’ real quiet like they’re waitin’ on me

[Verse 2]

Screen door creaks, in walks Joe from the ridge

Jug in his hand, leanin’ on the bridge

He hollers, “Y’all, I brought the good stuff”

And the whole backyard just lights right up (hey!)

[Chorus]

Under the old tree, we’re pourin’ it heavy

Passin’ that jug like a small-town levee

Holdin’ back nothin’, let the good times run free

Boots in the dirt, hearts on the sleeve

Laugh lines deep as the roots and leaves

Tonight’s our story under the old tree

[Bridge]

Some folks dancin’, some just sway

Kids chasin’ fireflies out by the hay

Every loud laugh, every quiet grin

Feels like this place is breathin’ again

[Chorus]

Under the old tree, we’re pourin’ it heavy

Passin’ that jug like a small-town levee

Holdin’ back nothin’, let the good times run free

Boots in the dirt, hearts on the sleeve

Laugh lines deep as the roots and leaves

Tonight’s our story under the old tree (oh yeah)