Pieces on the Backroad

I remember the night you drove away, Tail lights fading in the pourin' rain, Left me standin' on this gravel drive, With nothin' but echoes and a heart to revive. The radio's playin' our favorite tune, But it's just static now under this lonesome moon.

I'm pickin' up the pieces of my heart on this old dirt road, Kickin' up dust where our love used to grow. Whiskey in a jar and tears in my eyes, But I'll find my way back, under these wide-open skies. Yeah, I'm pickin' up the pieces, one mile at a time, Leavin' your shadow behind in the pine.

The old truck's rustin' in the barn out back, Memories linger like the whiskey's track. Friends say time heals what words can't mend, But I'm drivin' these backroads just to make amends. Stars above whisper of better days, Guidin' this cowboy through the haze.

I'm pickin' up the pieces of my heart on this old dirt road, Kickin' up dust where our love used to grow. Whiskey in a jar and tears in my eyes, But I'll find my way back, under these wide-open skies. Yeah, I'm pickin' up the pieces, one mile at a time, Leavin' your shadow behind in the pine.

Sometimes the pain cuts deeper than a thorn, In the quiet of night, when the world's been reborn. But I've got faith in the mornin' light, Turnin' wrongs to rights on this endless flight.

I'm pickin' up the pieces of my heart on this old dirt road, Kickin' up dust where our love used to grow. Whiskey in a jar and tears in my eyes, But I'll find my way back, under these wide-open skies. Yeah, I'm pickin' up the pieces

, One mile at a time, leavin' it all behind.

Pickin' up the pieces... on this old dirt road... Yeah, I'll be alright...