Twelve Strings Dry

[Chorus] Gun oil gleams on the barrel's steel Another season's harvest, how I feel This old farm breathes a quiet sigh Beneath a fading, painted sky Corn stalks whisper secrets to the breeze As I count the peppers, hanging with such ease Twelve strings dry, a silent plea For the son who's far away from me. [Verse] Seventeen years, the dust still clings To every memory the evening brings Remembered laughter, bright and bold A story that will not grow old He chased the city's siren call Left these fields to stand up tall Now only echoes fill the air A father's burden, hard to bear. [Pre-Chorus] The scent of woodsmoke, sharp and deep Secrets that the shadows keep Each click and polish, a whispered prayer Lost in the twilight, beyond compare. [Chorus] Gun oil gleams on the barrel's steel Another season's harvest, how I feel This old farm breathes a quiet sigh Beneath a fading, painted sky Corn stalks whisper secrets to the breeze As I count the peppers, hanging with such ease Twelve strings dry, a silent plea For the son who's far away from me. [Bridge] That last letter, corners worn and brown Slipped beneath the door, in this forgotten town Words of hope, a distant dream Lost within the passing stream Did the city's light blind his young eyes? Did he forget these open skies? [Verse] The fire crackles, casting light On weathered hands, through the long night My heart remembers every stride Every place he used to hide Was it pride that made him leave this land? Or a future he could understand? I'm just a farmer, strong and true Waiting for a sign from you. [Chorus] Gun oil gleams on the barrel's steel Another season's harvest, how I feel This old farm breathes a quiet sigh Beneath a fading, painted sky Corn stalks whisper secrets to the breeze As I count the peppers, hanging with such ease Twelve strings dry, a silent plea For the son who's far away from me. [Outro]