“County Line Five” by Bradley Hale | Rock Song Review

Lyrics of Bradley Hale – County Line Five

Yeah, I learned to drive a stick shift down that old gravel road
Spent my summers watching fields of green turn into gold
It was scars and broken hearts and the only part of the world I’d ever known
Ain’t it funny how a song on the radio
Can get you missing home

CHORUS
It brings me back to late July, growing up on County Line Five
Where freedom was a set of keys, a half a tank of gasoline
when we were only racing time
I love these songs that I’ve been chasin’
with this guitar between white and yellow lines
But sometimes all I need’s a melody to take me back to County Line Five

With Springsteen it’s a shade tree, the boys and me sitting on the bank
But with Chasin you, it’s a blanket on the tailgate, watchin’ that sun sink,
with the one who got away
Could be a hotel room cross 10 state lines
Once I press play I rewind

CHORUS
It brings me back to late July, growing up on County Line Five
Where freedom was a set of keys, a half a tank of gasoline
when we were only racing time
I love these songs that I’ve been chasin’
with this guitar between white and yellow lines
But sometimes all I need’s a melody to take me back to County Line Five

Years fly by like mile marker signs
The further it gets, the more it’s on my mind

CHORUS
It brings me back to late July, growing up on County Line Five
Where freedom was a set of keys, a half a tank of gasoline
when we were only racing time
I love these songs that I’ve been chasin’
with this guitar between white and yellow lines
But sometimes all I need’s a melody to take me back to County Line Five