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"High Lonesome County Line" is the sound of a man standing on the edge of who he was and who he’s trying to be. Vince Brooks takes that gravel stretch of Oklahoma road and turns it into a confession — headlights, dust, memories that won’t quit following, and a future that never quite outruns the past.

It’s a quiet reckoning… and a truth only Vince can carry.

Vince Brooks is an AI creation of Brook Stanley, and for this album both the lyrics and the music on this track were created using AI tools.

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#VinceBrooks #HighLonesomeCountyLine #CountryRock #HeartlandCountry #Americana #StorySongs #Oklahoma #AIArtist #BrookStanley

READ-ALONG LYRICS:

[Intro]
[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 1]
Headlights crawl across a gravel stretch,
Radio hummin’ like a memory I can’t forget.
County line sign in my high beams glowin’,
Feels like every mile knows where I’m goin’.

[Verse 2]
One side’s home where the wheat fields sway,
Other side’s the life I keep chasin’ away.
I pull over, kill the lights, let the night get still,
Wonderin’ which version of me this road wants to kill.

[Chorus]
I’m on the high lonesome county line,
Where the past and the future intertwine.
Heart’s in the dust, wheels on the tar,
Home ain’t close but it ain’t that far.
Every time I try to leave it behind,
I end up here… on the high lonesome county line.

[Verse 3]
Got a job that pays, but it drains me thin,
Sellin’ iron to the men I grew up knowin’ back then.
Sometimes their stories sound just like mine,
Different names, same damn bind.

[Chorus]
I’m on the high lonesome county line,
Where the past and the future intertwine.
Heart’s in the dust, wheels on the tar,
Home ain’t close but it ain’t that far.
Every time I try to leave it behind,
I end up here… on the high lonesome county line.

[Bridge]
Maybe life ain’t meant to be outrun,
Maybe every man circles back where he begun.
And maybe the boy I used to be
Ain’t gone, he’s just waitin’ right here on the edge of me.

[Final Chorus]
I’m on the high lonesome county line,
Where the old and the new both tug on my spine.
Dreams in the cab, roots in the ground,
Livin’ between lost and found.
I can roam these roads till the end of time,
But I’ll always drift… to the high lonesome county line.

[Outro]
[Instrumental Break – slow fade]

PRODUCTION BLOCK:
tempo 76 bpm
style country rock ballad with open-road atmosphere
instruments acoustic guitar, electric guitar, upright bass, drums, harmonica, organ
electric guitar light reverb and soft overdrive in choruses
harmonica featured in intro, turnarounds, and outro
acoustic guitar steady strum pattern throughout
vocals warm, gritty, intimate
background vocals minimal, low-mixed in final chorus
mix wide, airy, cinematic, evoking long highways and prairie night air

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