thats so true gracie - cover by ally salort

Sorry Mama

A raw, emotional tribute to a lost brother—“More Than Blood” dives deep into grief, memory, and the bond that death can’t break. With gritty lyrics and unfiltered heart, this song is for anyone who's ever lost someone they couldn’t imagine life without. Turn it up, light one up, and feel every word.

More Than Blood

Friday rolls ‘round, boots hit the ground,
Trucks start pullin’ up from all over town.
Coolers full and the pit's lit bright,
We’re gonna raise some hell ‘til the morning light.

Jenny’s got that red dress, boots to match,
Swayin’ to the beat with a little sass.
Jake’s got his guitar, strummin’ true,
Pickin’ old Merle while sippin’ on brew.

Just babes, booze, and barbecue —
That’s the holy trinity I knew.
Out here where the sky's still blue,
We ain't got much, but we make do.
Good friends, good flames, and a hell of a view —
Just babes, booze, and barbecue.

Sparks fly up from a backyard flame,
Laughter mixin’ with a country refrain.
No suits, no ties, just denim and dirt,
With a kiss on my neck and some BBQ shirt.

Sunset fades into a moonshine haze,
We slow dance close in a smoky blaze.
Old dogs bark and the kids run free,
It’s the kind of night that sets your soul at ease.

Just babes, booze, and barbecue —
That’s the holy trinity I knew.
Out here where the pride's rule,
We ain't got much, but we make do.
Good friends, good flames, and a hell of a view —
Just babes, booze, and Barbecue.

Now Monday’s comin’, but we don’t care,
We’ve got tonight and some cold night air.
With arms around shoulders and hearts in tune,
We’ll sing this song ‘neath the Southern moon.

Just babes, booze, and barbecue —
That’s the holy trinity I knew.
Out here where the heart's still true,
We ain't got much, but we make do.
Good friends, good flames, and a hell of a view —
Just babes, booze, and barbecue.

We don’t need riches or a penthouse suite,
Just a tailgate down and some smoked-up meat.
A kiss from her, a sip of brew,
And a fire that burns the whole night through.

Just babes, booze, and barbecue —
That’s the holy trinity I knew.
A Southern man don’t need much more,
Just a porch, a pit, and an open door.

Sunshine

Alo

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