A song about fixing the reputations of the past for a better tomorrow.

Redemption Road

Now y’all know I like to write songs about dogs, joy, and nonsense.
But sometimes… a song don’t come from a place of fun.
Sometimes it comes from standin’ in line behind a veteran countin’ change,
or watchin’ a single mama heatin’ up dinner from a gas station shelf.

I wrote this next one not to gripe, but to shine a light.
Because I still believe in the flag, I still salute,
but I don’t believe patriotism means pretendin’ everything’s fine.

"Stars, Stripes, and Food Stamp Lines" is a song for the folks who served, worked, prayed, and stayed, and are still somehow told they ain’t earned a seat at the table.

It’s not left or right. It’s right and wrong.
And I believe Jesus don’t pass by the poor, He sits with ‘em.
So if this one stings a little, maybe it’s 'cause it needs to.

Take a listen.
And if it speaks to you… don’t stay quiet.

Buck

Stars, Stripes, and Food Stamp Lines

Verse 1]
I heard the tide roll in this morning’
Like a whisper on the wind
She packed up her heart and memories
And hit the road again
Now she’s somewhere past Corolla
With her bare feet in the sand
I’m here stuck in Carolina clay
Wishing’ I could hold her hand

[Chorus]
She’s on the Outer Banks, chasing’ seagulls and dreams
Sun-kissed and salty, breaking’ free at the seams
I’m still holding’ on, but she’s gone with the tide
Leaving’ footprints in the shore, where the sea and heart collide
Yeah, she’s on the Outer Banks... and I’m barely getting’ by

[Verse 2]
We used to talk about forever
On back roads and porch swing nights
But sometimes love ain’t weatherproof
And storms don't end in light
She found peace in the   lighthouse
Where I only saw the rain
Now she’s watching’ sunsets
While I drown in this pain

[Chorus]
She’s on the Outer Banks, chasing’ seagulls and dreams
Sun-kissed and salty, breaking’ free at the seams
I’m still holding’ on, but she’s gone with the tide
Leaving’ footprints in the shore, where the sea and heart collide
Yeah, she’s on the Outer Banks... and I’m barely getting’ by

[Bridge]
Maybe she’ll send a postcard
Or maybe she won’t look back
But I’ll keep her in my rearview
Till my world fades to black

[Final Chorus]
She’s on the Outer Banks, where the wild horses run
A free spirit riding’ waves, soaking’ up that sun
I’m still missing’ her, in this landlocked life
While she’s out there living’, I’m just trying’ to survive
Yeah, she’s on the Outer Banks...
And I’m still wondering’ why.......................

A Whole Lot More to Me

Craig Morgan Music

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