Lyrics of Nate Currin – The Highway

The Highway
I left Nashville around noon
With a patched up heart and a piece of you
Headed north to find the truth
Out on the highway

I drove up through Ohio
Where the snow came down on the fields like ghosts
Felt in aching in my bones
Out on the highway

Cause I’d rather be alone under the winter moon
Than with someone who doesn’t inspire me like you
And I wouldn’t settle for anything less
Than the flame that ignites a fire in my chest
You’re the girl who lights a fire in my chest

She’s not a spark
She’s a wildfire
Supernova, a shooting star
A strange desire

Burning away the corners of my soul
Leaving me with an ache eternal
If she would have me, I’d be here to stay
Forever off the highway
One day I’ll hold her, God I pray
Eternally be off the highway

Lyrics of Dugger Band – True Colors

Verse
I see you looking down while I’m looking up
You’re just sitting there sipping on that Starbucks cup
Hating on everything not doing anything
I crank up some Toby Keith
Climb back in my truck
And it don’t matter where the chips may fall
That Statue of Liberty will be standing tall
The best part about the land of the free
Is if you don’t like it you’re free to leave

Chorus
But I ain’t leaving here
I’m an 8th generation
God fearing blue collar
With the flag waving
And I don’t wait for the 4th of July
It’s year round life long
American Pride
And right here right now
I’m drawing the line
If this country ain’t something you can stand behind
Then that’s the difference ‘tween me and you
Cause my true colors are
Red white and blue

Verse 2
Yeah my pappy served in that Second World War
I ain’t ever giving up all that he fought for
And if you’re coming here aiming to take what we got
We gonna fight, fight, fight go on and take your shot

Chorus
But I ain’t leaving here
I’m an 8th generation
God fearing blue collar
With the flag waving
And I don’t wait for the 4th of July
It’s year round life long
American Pride
And right here right now
I’m drawing the line
If this country ain’t something you can stand behind
Then that’s the difference ‘tween me and you
Cause my true colors are
Red white and blue
Red white and blue
Red white and blue

Bridge
God bless the U. S. of A

Chorus
I ain’t leaving here
I’m an 8th generation
God fearing blue collar
With the flag waving
And I don’t wait for the 4th of July
It’s year round life long
American Pride
Right here right now
I’m drawing the line
If this country ain’t something you can stand behind
Then that’s the difference ‘tween me and you
Cause my true colors are
Red white and blue
Red white and blue
Red white and blue
Red white and blue

Lyrics of Twinnie – Back to Jack

Baby we, we all got secrets
you and I, we ain’t that different
babe, I want to really know you
there’s some skeletons of mine I need to show you
thought I’d left it in the past, but lately it’s been creeping back
especially when you leave me all alone

When you’re letting me down, he’s picking up
when you’re making me cry, he’s getting me drunk
but I want you but, if we’re through
I’ll be getting dressed up, heading downtown
knocking em back, drowning you out
til it all goes black black, so don’t make me go back back
back to Jack

Been here before, that neon lovin
but when you two step on my heart, that’s when he cuts in
whisks me away to a place where I’m safe and I’m free
but it’s a lie that I tell myself, baby can’t you see

When you’re letting me down, he’s picking up
when you’re making me cry, he’s getting me drunk
but I want you, but if we’re through
I’ll be getting dressed up, heading downtown
knocking em back, drowning you out
til it all goes black black, so don’t make me go back back
back to Jack

When I’m feeling broken
he’ll be the one I’ll be holding

When you’re letting me down, he’s picking me up
when you’re making me cry, he’s getting me drunk
but I want you, but if we’re through
I’ll be getting dressed up, heading downtown
knocking em back, drowning you out
til it all goes black black, so don’t make me go back back
back to jack

Lyrics of Sophie Baetz – Pink City

I know you want change to come
But change sure don’t come overnight
I know you worked so hard for so long
And now you’re ready for a new life
Come over to Pink City, where the grass is always green
And I promise it’ll make your time worthwhile

Go big, find your name in the lights
But the stars in the sky feel further away from where you’re standing
Understand, the city don’t love you back
But do the cracks in the mirror still reflect ya?

Did you bring your past?
Pretty sure I packed it!
What about your doubts?
They’re right where I left ‘em
Did you take your time?
Time is money, and I’m out of both
Thought I could outrun doubt with a brand new view
But my past got legs — and it ran there too
If you think your ghosts won’t follow you
I hate to break it to you — now they got more room to move

Heads turning, eyes rolling,
concern, advice, and nice clothing
How do I stop this?
Maybe I should try to provoke it
TV has spoken, now I’m hoping to go
where the kind and like-minded help me till I owe ‘em

I’ma pack up then, make friends with a dead end
Don’t know what I expected, but it ain’t that
To be honest, this ain’t that bad
Now I can have them all celebrate my absence
But the need for success is attacking me
Like a spreading infection that sneaks
up from behind like an assassin or thief

Second-guessing ain’t as effective
as accepting the fact that this obsession
led to missing my exit
I’m left with hypothetical questions
Like: What perspective would it take
to shake a fucking radical skeptic?
Instead of answers, I collected confessions
and left them in Pink City’s possession to stay protected

Go big, find your name in the lights
But the stars in the sky feel further away from where you’re standing
Understand, the city don’t love you back
But do the cracks in the mirror still reflect ya?

Why should I keep my hopes high but my expectations low?
They say they want what’s best for me — but how would they even know?
If I can’t trust no one, then who am I supposed to ask?
Why do I get so mad about the way people act?
I know I can make it — but what does that mean?
Can dreams even survive routine?
Why do they think Pink City will provide a better life?
Why am I even asking, standing by the city sign?
I want a fire but don’t want the flames to burn out quick
If I paint this city blue, will it always turn pink?
If hard work is noble, why is no one impressed?
If this town is dead, then I’m off to the next