Homegrown

Whiskey Ain't Workin'

Congressman Lawyer or Bum

“One Last Ace” is a heartfelt country-rock ballad about a gambler who’s spent a lifetime chasing luck but finds redemption and hope in love. With acoustic guitars, warm harmonies, and a touch of grit, the song blends classic storytelling with a modern country sound. Perfect for fans of Americana and Southern-tinged country, it’s a song about second chances, courage, and the power of love to change the game.

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One Last Ace

“Still Smells Like You” is a song about memory woven into fabric. A favorite sweatshirt carries the scent, the stains, and the warmth of someone who’s no longer there. Every thread recalls late-night drives, dashboard smiles, and quiet moments that refuse to fade. It’s a country-tinged reflection on love, loss, and the comfort of holding on to what remains.

“Still Smells Like You” erzählt von Erinnerungen, die in einem Kleidungsstück weiterleben. Ein altes Sweatshirt trägt den Duft, die Spuren und die Wärme eines Menschen, der nicht mehr da ist. Jeder Faden bewahrt Bilder von nächtlichen Fahrten, Lächeln im Autolicht und stillen Momenten, die nicht vergehen wollen. Ein Song im Country-Stil über Liebe, Verlust und den Trost, sich an das zu klammern, was geblieben ist.

Still Smells Like You

Hung on the back of a chair by the door
Faded cotton, a little torn
Still got the scent of your midnight perfume
Like campfire smoke and a summer room
I pull it on when the nights get cold
Feels like your arms from years ago

My sweatshirt reminds me of you
Every thread still carries the truth
Soft as your voice on a Saturday night
Warm as your smile in the dashboard light
I can’t wear it without feeling blue
‘Cause my sweatshirt reminds me of you

We drove those backroads, radio loud
Your head on my shoulder, lost in the sound
Cigarette stains and a tear in the sleeve
Stories it keeps that I still believe
It’s more than cloth, it’s a time machine
Back to the love that slipped from me

I wear it when the days turn cold
When the sky feels heavy and I feel old
A broken heart stitched into the seams
Still holding pieces of our dreams
The cotton’s frayed, the color’s worn
But it feels like the night you were here until dawn

Yeah, my sweatshirt reminds me of you
Every mile, every sky we once knew
Like a ghost that whispers through the rain
Like a fire that never lost its flame
I can’t wear it without feeling blue
‘Cause my sweatshirt… reminds me of you

Yeah, still smells like you…


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Mark Chesnutt