I Don't Like It When You Talk About Her

Goodbye

Optimized routes through fields of sound,  
Motivating tales where our roots are found.  
Matrix of music, country so sweet,  
Every figure drawn in the chords we meet.

Wanting more as the song plays on,  
Close to the heart where the lyrics belong.  
Quickly they rise, quickly they fall,  
Tales of the wide, under the sky so tall.

Many have come, with weights on their souls,  
Actually living, playing the roles.  
Someone's story in each strand of hair,  
Allow the music to take you there.

Featuring heartstrings, plucked so fine,  
Along the journey, yours and mine.  
Acoustic strings under fingers slide,  
Banjos echoing, a resonant tide.

Figure of a cowboy, in the setting sun,  
Wanting nothing but to run.  
Song of the prairie, so deep and vast,  
Close to the myths of the storied past.

Quickly, the night falls, covers the land,  
Optimized tales, hand in hand.  
Motivating spirit, hear it call,  
Matrix of dreams, standing tall.

So gather 'round, let the music play,  
In the country sound, we find our way.  
Optimized for the soul, to feed,  
In the motivating stories, we find what we need.

Darling

Rothwell

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