[Verse] Honey's on the couch, she got that look in her eye, Startin' up again, with that heavy, drawn-out sigh, Sounds like a broken record, something 'bout the trash, But I'm too tired to listen, just wish it would pass. [Verse] She goes on 'bout the dishes, and the laundry she has done, Reminiscin' 'bout the good old days when life was full of fun, Her words become a blur, floatin' in the air, I nod and say "yes dear," but I haven't a prayer. [Chorus] Naggin' on the couch, oh she's naggin' on the couch, Like a rooster at dawn, she ain't never gonna hush, We don't know what about, just a river of sound, In this small-town house, love's a battleground. [Verse] Goes on about the bills, how we're always chasin' time, How the kids need new shoes, we ain't got an extra dime, But I'm sittin' here wishin', with a beer in my hand, For a moment of peace, in this barren land. [Verse] Talks 'bout her mother, and the things that she would say, About a man who listens, gives attention every day, But honey, I swear, I'm tryin' the best I can, When you start your song, I drift like desert sand. [Chorus] Naggin' on the couch, oh she's naggin' on the couch, Like a rooster at dawn, she ain't never gonna hush, We don't know what about, just a river of sound, In this small-town house, love's a battleground.
acoustic country melodic
English
The song portrays a sense of frustration and monotony in a relationship, where communication has devolved into constant nagging and unaddressed issues. There is a feeling of longing for peace and understanding amidst the routine arguments and complaints. The emotional tone is melancholic and resigned.
This song could be relatable to listeners who have experienced difficulties in communication and understanding in their relationships. It can be used in storytelling or movie scenes depicting domestic conflicts or emotional struggles within a couple.
The song is in an acoustic country melodic style, featuring storytelling lyrics that vividly describe the mundane yet impactful moments in a relationship. The use of simple instrumentation and melodic structure enhances the country feel of the song. The vocal delivery is emotive and helps convey the feelings of weariness and resignation described in the lyrics.
[Verse] Beneath the moonlit sky, on a quiet country lane, A lone raccoon wanders, driven by hunger's pain, His little paws patter on the gravel and the grass, With his nose to the wind, he's searchin' for some trash. [Verse 2] He sniffs around the farmyard, where the chickens lay still, Past the ol' barn door, up beyond the hill, His eyes catch a glimmer from a streetlight’s gleam, A trash can tipped over, like somethin' from a dream. [Chorus] Oh, the raccoon's midnight quest, Searching for a feast, he won't rest, Through the night, under stars so bright, He's just a hungry traveler, in the pale moonlight. [Verse 3] He scurries by the garden where the corn rows stand tall, Past the weathered scarecrow, leanin' against the wall, He finds an open bin, filled with last night's remains, He's hit the jackpot, all his hunger pains wane. [Verse 4] There's apple cores and peels, a bit of chicken bone, And an old loaf of bread that's turned hard as a stone, With every little bite, his spirit starts to lift, He's a bandit on a mission, and junk is his gift. [Chorus] Oh, the raccoon's midnight quest, Searching for a feast, he won't rest, Through the night, under stars so bright, He's just a hungry traveler, in the pale moonlight.
[Verse] Down by the river, where the old sycamore stands, I’ve learned lessons in life and hard-working hands, Through laughter and heartache, it’s easy to see, There’s deeper truths in the small-town reality. [Verse 2] Mama always told me, “Son, you got to be strong, But don't be afraid to admit when you're wrong.” Heartaches are lessons, and tears can mend, You find out who you are when you begin to bend. [Chorus] Country emotional intelligence, In the fields where the heart makes sense, In the love of a family, and the pride in the land, It’s the wisdom that comes from calloused hands. [Verse 3] Grandpa’s old stories ‘bout his youthful mistakes, He says, “Boy, remember, just give more than you take.” Learning to listen through the cracks in his voice, That silence can speak louder than noise. [Chorus] Country emotional intelligence, In the fields where the heart makes sense, In the love of a family, and the pride in the land, It’s the wisdom that comes from calloused hands. [Verse 4] We gather ‘round the fire when the day turns to night, Holding on tight through the dark, til' morning light, There’s strength in our weakness, a beauty so rare, Knowing someone's always willing to care.
[Verse 1] Cicadas singin' in the twilight air, Front porch rockers, grandpa’s worn-out chair, Fireflies dancin’ in the fields of green, A picture-perfect, small-town summer scene. [Verse 2] Old dirt roads we’d drive until the end, Rusty pickups, my childhood friend, BBQ smokin’, neighbors gather ‘round, Stories flowin’ as the sun goes down. [Chorus] Summer evenin', hearts so free, Livin’ life just you and me, Memories we’ll cherish, never fade away, Underneath these stars, we’ll always stay. [Verse 3] Barefoot strollin’ by the clear creek's side, Butterflies and blooms in morning light, Sunday church bells callin’ us in, Old hymns blendin’ with the summer wind. [Bridge] Grandma's pie on the windowsill, Soft whispers, time stands still, Every moment, a treasure we’ve known, In this summer sunshine, we’ve grown. [Verse 4] Fishing poles and jar of worms, Laughin’ while the campfire burns, Nights spent dreamin’, hearts so wide, You and me, here side by side.
[Verse] Out on the open road, miles from Tennessee, Counting every mile, just my guitar and me, Got a purpose in my pocket, a song in my soul, Trying to hit the deadlines, gotta meet that goal. [Verse 2] Typing up those words, under the moon's light, Gotta get it perfect, make sure it sounds right, Accuracy and clarity, just like back at home, On this endless highway, I ain’t ever alone. [Chorus] Counting on the road, a life that's full and free, With every note and every chord, I find my melody, From dusk till dawn, I play and write, Hitting that sweet spot, all through the night. [Verse 3] Small towns and diners, where folks know my name, Living out the stories, in this songwriting game, Speed and precision, that’s what it’s all about, From one dusty town to the next route. [Verse 4] Each word a journey, each tune a friend, Riding through the country bends that never end, I’ll check my pages, make sure they’re fine, Weaving tales of heartache and time. [Chorus] Counting on the road, a life that's full and free, With every note and every chord, I find my melody, From dusk till dawn, I play and write, Hitting that sweet spot, all through the night.
[Verse] Where the neon lights meet the dusty plains, We shake on good faith, no need for chains, With a purpose that's steady, a plan set in stone, Writing our tales with ink and bone. [Verse 2] Each word a promise, laid down with care, Fingers on keys, flying through air, Touch type in rhythm, like a song we all know, Accuracy in every note, we reap what we sow. [Chorus] We checked the text for errors and strife, Clearing the path like a well-worn knife, In the heart of the West, where dreams take flight, We write to the dawn, chasing the night. [Verse 3] Deadlines loom like the Texas moon, But in this small town, we'll follow through soon, Each letter a heartbeat, each phrase a vow, We're stitching our stories into the now. [Verse 4] In the honky-tonk bar, under stars so clear, We agree on the purpose, wipe away fear, In a speed that mirrors the Eagle's flight, Accuracy shining through the darkest night. [Chorus] We checked the text for errors and strife, Clearing the path like a well-worn knife, In the heart of the West, where dreams take flight, We write to the dawn, chasing the night.
[Verse] In a little town with white picket fences, Where streets are worn and dreams are endless, There's a bard whose words can mend, Healing hearts they gently mend. [Verse 2] With an acoustic guitar under starlit skies, He shares stories that make you laugh and cry, Every note and every line, Manages to bottle time. [Chorus] Oh, the power of the pen, it speaks to souls, Through highs and lows, it makes us whole, From the farmhouse porch to the neon light, Words find a way to make it right. [Verse 3] He writes of love lost in the summer rain, Of working hard through the joy and pain, Each syllable, a craftsman’s touch, For the ones who feel too much. [Verse 4] From the city lights to the open fields, His lyrics turn to golden yields, Harvesting the heart’s consent, Through every line and sentiment. [Bridge] In every verse, there’s a common thread, Of hopes and dreams, both alive and dead, It’s the writer's gift, the singer’s call, To shine a light and say it all.
I haven’t seen you in a long long time Should’ve forgotten your face and name by now But I didn’t nor did I carve it on the bridge or on the tree I just can’t forget your pretty self and confident human made You were to easy to remember But what about me? What about us? Did you ever think about me? Or was I the only one in love? I never had the courage to talk to you myself I just chose to think about what we could’ve been But did you ever carve my name? Maybe not Or who knows Are you still in love? And if yes with who? If it ain’t me Then I don’t care But I must care enough to even ask Who you with? Is it me? I don’t think so But I love you so I must respect your boundaries But I’m still jealous I still want you I haven’t been in touch with anyone till I last Saw you Because you’re my only one But what about him? What about you? Do you really think about him? Or are you in love with me? You never had the courage to truly show yourself Just rarely think about what we could’ve been But did you ever carve my name? Yes you did Oh I know That you’re still in love And with me is who you really really wanted And I know because I went back to my hometown And I saw your carved initials next to mine Cause all I ever wanted was to know if you ever loved me And this confirms that I was right Oh baby the whole time I knew I knew I knew That your love was for me was unforgettable Now that every question has been answered I called out her name but she didn’t answer When I saw her today Cause I think she don’t go by she anymore But I don’t care to be honest You seem happy now with your new life and your new girlfriend So now that I’ve done enough I’ll keep moving on with my life
[Verse] In the land of icy peaks We roared the warrior's fight Years we sailed through stormy seas For victory on the finest night [Verse 2] Hammers clashed with shields of steel Dreams of gold in battle won Planted flags in kingdoms lost Unlimited CFW has come [Chorus] Together we stand United and grand Unlimited CFW Our kingdom in hand [Verse 3] Frost and flame we did endure Through the storms we found our way Hearts of iron spirits pure Led us to the dawn of day [Bridge] Glory in the realms we seek Honor screams a warrior's creed Forward march no turning back Unlimited CFW we lead [Chorus] Together we stand United and grand Unlimited CFW Our kingdom in hand
Verse 1: Upstairs, upstairs, high we go, Downstairs, downstairs, nice and slow. In my house, there's a place below, Basement, basement, don't you know? Chorus: In my house in the village green, So many places to be seen. Verse 2: Lift, lift, up we go, To the flat, high and low. Balcony, balcony, out we peek, In the town, where we speak. Chorus: In my flat in the busy town, So many places all around. Ending: Upstairs, downstairs, basement too, Lift and balcony, just for you. In a house or in a flat, Homes are special, fancy that!
[Verse] Down by the river, the plans were laid, Hoping for contracts, deals to be made. Late nights at the drafting board, Hoping the county will afford, The dreams we weave, the structures tall, Wondering if we'll get the call. [Verse 2] In that old office, the lights stay on, Blueprints scattered, dreams half gone. Competing bids, the numbers tight, Prayin’ our estimates come out right. Calculations and steel so cold, Through the winters, the tale is told. [Chorus] Oh, it's the bid, the hardest road, Hoping for that motherlode. A call from the folks with government trust, To make our dreams and future robust. Oh, it's the bid, the hardest road, With every plan, our hopes bestowed. [Verse 3] Endless meetings, proposals late, Trying to twist the hands of fate. Engineers with the tired eyes, Following the dream that never dies. Frequently, the answer's "no," But still to the council we go. [Bridge] In the small-town diner, they know our name, As we chase that elusive flame. Contracts sealed with a firm handshake, But oh so many, are dreams that break. [Verse 4] There’s a story in these tender woes, Riding the highs, enduring the lows. The engine’s running through sunrise skies, Blueprints under starlit disguise. In the heart of Nashville, the whispers grow, As the consulting dreams continue to flow.
[Verse] Rusty pickup rattlin down the dirt road Shotgun loaded with rocks heavy load Sunset fadin orange sky wide [Verse 2] Tree line whisperin secrets dark Camo gear hearts runnin stark Deer tracks lead me where shadows hide [Chorus] Haulin rocks in my barrel Black powder gonna let it hurl Big ole buck ain't got no shield tonight [Verse 3] Creekin branches slow steady In the brush always ready Antlers gleamin like a ghost white [Bridge] Cold sweat down my spine grip tight Pull the trigger moonshine lights Echoes ringin nature's wild fight [Chorus] Haulin rocks in my barrel Black powder gonna let it hurl Big ole buck ain't got no shield tonight
