LYRIC FOR SALE

By Scott Taylor

She grew up where the gravel
Kissed the county line
Red clay on her Sunday shoes
Still made the preacher smile
Snuck out to the hayloft
With a jar of fireflies
Said, “One day I’ll leave this town”
But her eyes loved those skies

She was a country girl
Bare feet on the dashboard, laughing
Heart like an August storm
Rolling in, wild and crashing
Singing to the radio, windows down, hair unfurled
I was just a lost boy
She was a country girl


She taught me how to two-step
On her daddy’s old porch boards
Moonlight through the screen door
Dogs asleep by the door
Said, “Love ain’t in the diamonds
It’s in coffee at dawn”
In the way you stay and hold me
When the hard days run long


She was a country girl
Bare feet on the dashboard, laughing
Heart like an August storm
Rolling in, wild and crashing
Singing to the radio, windows down, hair unfurled
I was just a lost boy
She was a country girl


I still drive that backroad
Where the corn leans low
Swear I hear her humming
In the static on the phone
Maybe we were too young
For the plans we drew in chalk
But her name’s in every sunset
On that rusted water tower top


She was a country girl
Bare feet on the dashboard, laughing
Heart like an August storm
Rolling in, wild and crashing
Singing to the radio, windows down, hair unfurled
I was just a lost boy
She was a country girl