Whiskey Tears and Empty Roads

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*(Strophe 1)* In Nordamerika zieht sich ein Grid durch die Welt, Linien geordnet, wie ein Netz, das uns hält. Mobilität erleichtert, die Wege ganz klar, Von A nach B – es läuft wunderbar. Wohnkomplexe benannt, die Straßen bekannt, Erweitern wir die Stadt, mit Zukunft in der Hand. Strom und Wasser fließen, alles ist geplant, Die Ordnung ist König in diesem Land. **(Refrain)** Rasterbauweise, Struktur und Licht, Ein einfacher Plan, der Probleme bricht. Doch Europa tanzt zu einem anderen Ton, Verwinkelte Gassen, Geschichte als Lohn. Zwei Welten, zwei Wege, ein urbanes Ziel, Was wir gewinnen, was wir verlieren, bleibt ein Spiel. *(Strophe 2)* Europa malt ein Chaos, doch mit Herz und Verstand, Enge Gassen, Schutz vor Feinden, Hand in Hand. Von Stadtmauern geformt, aus Handel erblüht, Hier wächst die Kultur, die in Gassen erglüht. Straßen ohne Plan, doch oft mehr verbunden, Lebendige Viertel, Gemeinschaft gefunden. Der Weg mag verwirrend, doch Seele bleibt hier, Die Altstadt flüstert: "Geschichte gehört dir!" **(Refrain)** Rasterbauweise, Struktur und Licht, Ein einfacher Plan, der Probleme bricht. Doch Europa tanzt zu einem anderen Ton, Verwinkelte Gassen, Geschichte als Lohn. Zwei Welten, zwei Wege, ein urbanes Ziel, Was wir gewinnen, was wir verlieren, bleibt ein Spiel. *(Bridge)* Manhattan zeigt das Grid, Rom die Kunst des Chaos, Eindeutige Routen vs. Gassen ohne Paus’. In einem ist die Effizienz König im Land, Im anderen die Seele, die an jeder Ecke stand. Ein Wohlstand, der wächst, trifft ein Leben, das glüht, Zwei Städte, zwei Träume – was in dir wohl blüht? **(Refrain)** Rasterbauweise, Struktur und Licht, Ein einfacher Plan, der Probleme bricht. Doch Europa tanzt zu einem anderen Ton, Verwinkelte Gassen, Geschichte als Lohn. Zwei Welten, zwei Wege, ein urbanes Ziel, Was wir gewinnen, was wir verlieren, bleibt ein Spiel. *(Outro)* Ob Grids, ob Gassen, wir alle sind hier, Städte erzählen, was wir lieben, was wir spür’n. Manhattan, Rom – zwei Welten im Licht, Das eine geordnet, das andere poetisch schlicht.

*(Strophe 1)* In Nordamerika zieht sich ein Grid durch die Welt, Linien geordnet, wie ein Netz, das uns hält. Mobilität erleichtert, die Wege ganz klar, Von A nach B – es läuft wunderbar. Wohnkomplexe benannt, die Straßen bekannt, Erweitern wir die Stadt, mit Zukunft in der Hand. Strom und Wasser fließen, alles ist geplant, Die Ordnung ist König in diesem Land. **(Refrain)** Rasterbauweise, Struktur und Licht, Ein einfacher Plan, der Probleme bricht. Doch Europa tanzt zu einem anderen Ton, Verwinkelte Gassen, Geschichte als Lohn. Zwei Welten, zwei Wege, ein urbanes Ziel, Was wir gewinnen, was wir verlieren, bleibt ein Spiel. *(Strophe 2)* Europa malt ein Chaos, doch mit Herz und Verstand, Enge Gassen, Schutz vor Feinden, Hand in Hand. Von Stadtmauern geformt, aus Handel erblüht, Hier wächst die Kultur, die in Gassen erglüht. Straßen ohne Plan, doch oft mehr verbunden, Lebendige Viertel, Gemeinschaft gefunden. Der Weg mag verwirrend, doch Seele bleibt hier, Die Altstadt flüstert: "Geschichte gehört dir!" **(Refrain)** Rasterbauweise, Struktur und Licht, Ein einfacher Plan, der Probleme bricht. Doch Europa tanzt zu einem anderen Ton, Verwinkelte Gassen, Geschichte als Lohn. Zwei Welten, zwei Wege, ein urbanes Ziel, Was wir gewinnen, was wir verlieren, bleibt ein Spiel. *(Bridge)* Manhattan zeigt das Grid, Rom die Kunst des Chaos, Eindeutige Routen vs. Gassen ohne Paus’. In einem ist die Effizienz König im Land, Im anderen die Seele, die an jeder Ecke stand. Ein Wohlstand, der wächst, trifft ein Leben, das glüht, Zwei Städte, zwei Träume – was in dir wohl blüht? **(Refrain)** Rasterbauweise, Struktur und Licht, Ein einfacher Plan, der Probleme bricht. Doch Europa tanzt zu einem anderen Ton, Verwinkelte Gassen, Geschichte als Lohn. Zwei Welten, zwei Wege, ein urbanes Ziel, Was wir gewinnen, was wir verlieren, bleibt ein Spiel. *(Outro)* Ob Grids, ob Gassen, wir alle sind hier, Städte erzählen, was wir lieben, was wir spür’n. Manhattan, Rom – zwei Welten im Licht, Das eine geordnet, das andere poetisch schlicht.

*Verse 1:* I woke up this morning with the sun in my eyes But all I could see were the memories and lies Your picture still hangs where the dust won't fall But it's hard to look at when there's nothing at all *Pre-Chorus:* I can't forget the way you left that night The porch light flickered out, and you said goodbye *Chorus:* Now I'm just drivin' these empty roads With a heart full of whiskey tears and a load I can't unload The radio's playin' our favorite song But I'm still here alone, still holdin' on To the love that was real, but is long gone And all I have left are these whiskey tears and empty roads *Verse 2:* I thought I'd find you in the bars I used to know But the stools are all empty, and the whiskey's runnin' low The jukebox sings, but the tunes feel cold Like the love we had, it's slowly turnin' old *Pre-Chorus:* I still hear your voice every time I close my eyes But it's only the echo of a love that died *Chorus:* Now I'm just drivin' these empty roads With a heart full of whiskey tears and a load I can't unload The radio's playin' our favorite song But I'm still here alone, still holdin' on To the love that was real, but is long gone And all I have left are these whiskey tears and empty roads *Bridge:* I don't know where you are, or who you're with now But I swear I still feel you somehow I still keep your number in my phone But I ain't brave enough to dial it alone *Chorus:* So I'll keep drivin' these empty roads With a heart full of whiskey tears and a load I can't unload The radio's playin' our favorite song But I'm still here alone, still holdin' on To the love that was real, but is long gone And all I have left are these whiskey tears and empty roads *Outro:* Yeah, all I have left are these whiskey tears and empty roads...

I was dreaming of the city lights, Thought I’d never find my place, Stuck in this little town, feelin’ out of space, All I saw was empty streets, And the same old faces every day, Had my heart set on running far away. But time don’t move so fast, And I’ve come to learn at last… It’s a small town, but it’s all I need, The kind of place where you can really breathe, Where the world moves slow, but the love runs deep, You find yourself when you least expect to, Yeah, I’ve grown and I’ve learned the truth, That this small town’s got big roots. Used to laugh when they said "Don't go too far," "There's a place for you right where you are," But the years go by, and you start to see, All the things you missed when you were chasing dreams, The corner store, the diner booth, Neighbors who know your every move. I didn’t get it at first, But now it’s a blessing, not a curse… It’s a small town, but it’s all I need, The kind of place where you can breathe, Where the world moves slow, but the love runs deep, You find yourself when you least expect to, Yeah, I’ve grown and I’ve learned the truth, That this small town’s got big roots. And every scar I’ve got, Is a story from these streets, Where they never let you fall, ‘Cause they’re always there to catch your dreams. It’s more than just a name on a map, It’s the heart that keeps you coming back. It’s a small town, but it’s all I need, The kind of place where you can breathe, Where the world moves slow, but the love runs deep, You find yourself when you least expect to, Yeah, I’ve grown and I’ve learned the truth, That this small town’s got big roots. So here I stand, and I’m proud to say, I wouldn't trade a single day… ‘Cause this small town’s got big roots. Oh yeah, small town’s got big roots. (Oh, oh, oh...)

[Verse] Johnny and me, down by the creek, Fishin' lines in the water, not a word to speak, Sippin' on a cold one, sun sinkin' slow, We got each other's backs, that's how it goes. [Verse 2] Saturday night, headin' to the bar, Pickin' up our guitars, underneath the stars, Dancin' through the sawdust, boots on the floor, Friends like these, couldn't ask for more. [Chorus] Bros before hos, that's what we've always said, Stickin' together, through the thick and thin ahead, Laughin' 'til the mornin', trouble's far behind, In this small-town life, it's a love you can't rewind. [Verse 3] Mary-Anne left, but we never skipped a beat, Couple of barroom boys, life ain't so sweet, Lean on each other, when the heartache shows, It's what you do when you've got bros before hos. [Verse 4] Summer nights blaze, but winters are cold, Stories gettin' older like the ones we've retold, Built on trust, stronger than the blows, A brotherhood's a bond that everyone else knows. [Chorus] Bros before hos, that's what we've always said, Stickin' together, through the thick and thin ahead, Laughin' 'til the mornin', trouble's far behind, In this small-town life, it's a love you can't rewind.

[Verse] Old farmhouse, dusty floors, WiFi’s strong, lights are dimmed indoors, Granny’s quilt on the worn-out couch, Keyboard clicking, no one’s slouched. [Verse 2] Jimmy's got the headset tight, Trash talk flying into the night, Sister's upstairs with her playbook in sight, Tapping rhythms, putting up a fight. [Chorus] Esports on a Friday night, Where the farm fields meet the neon light, From chickens cluckin' to the pixels bright, It’s a small town, digital delight. [Verse 3] Dad’s shotgun propped by the door, Mom’s baking pie while we all score, Grandpa’s tales of life before, Now he's cheering, loving more. [Verse 4] Neighbors swing by to watch the screen, Lawn chairs lined up for the evening scene, Laughter mingles with the rapid pings, Country heart with cyberspace wings. [Chorus] Esports on a Friday night, Where the farm fields meet the neon light, From chickens cluckin' to the pixels bright, It’s a small town, digital delight.

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Drunk out of my mind I look into his eyes It was like I forget all the bad stuff that had happened But now I'm laying in his bed next to my guilty mistake What the hell am I even doing here I'm just a delusional girl who sees good in everyone Drunk out of my mind All I want is your hands around my waist

We fell in love at a young age Mama and daddy saw it straight I always wondered what it would take for us to get engaged We bought a house on 20 acres Big ol’ yard for the kids to play in Tennessee is where I had take you But we were only kids so it wouldn’t faze you Got stuck up by the Mason Dixon Windows down in the Silverado Country playing on the radio station I never knew what it would take to make you mine, We were only 800 miles from your boys back home They always told us we would never make it, Down the back roads of Tennessee But i look at you and say we did it baby We got a family now where we’re meant to be but it’ll never be the same Our family back in Pennsylvania fell to tears when we did it My mama wants to see her baby but it’s just not meant to be Maybe one day we’ll go back to visit but for now we’re down in Tennessee He’s got a big ol’ truck that we take down those back roads Windows down, speaker up on the way back home Kids in the back yelling daddy i see it The big farm house on the 20 acres with the wrap around porch that we always dreamed of I always wondered how we made it To the back streets of Tennessee But baby we made it Mama and daddy you see I’ll always love you and i want to come back home but it just ain’t meant to be Just ain’t meant to be I want to live with my babies on the back roads in Tennessee We never went to the mason Dixons but we’d seen those county lines on our final way back home In the Silverado, windows down and country on the radio Mama and daddy we made it I love you but it just wasn’t meant to be

[Verse] You are the moon, you are the sun, The sum of my somebody, If I take you there, will you come, Will you be going there with me? [Verse 2] Underneath the stars, hand in hand, We'll wander across this land, With every step, our hearts expand, Together we'll make a stand. [Chorus] You are the moon, you are the sun, The light when my sky's hazy, If I take you there, will you come, Will you be going there with me? [Verse 3] In the fields, where the wildflowers grow, We'll chase dreams only we know, Through the highs and through the low, Our love will continue to show. [Bridge] With every dawn, with every night, We'll cherish our bond so tight, And in each other's loving light, We'll forever hold on tight. [Chorus] You are the moon, you are the sun, The light when my sky's hazy, If I take you there, will you come, Will you be going there with me?