【Country】🎵 Nostalgic Playlist for Chill | Work | Indie | Ballad | Coffee | BGM Lofi | RINZER Studio
[Music] The sun sets slow on that dusty town
road where cotton fields and memories grow. Her laughter used to dance on the southern breeze.
Now it’s just echoes in the pecan trees. We carved our names in the old church pine, swore forever
neath the county line. She wore a sundress and no shoes at all. Spinning through summer like a
sweet free fall. I still hear her in San Bonito, in the wind, in the songs on the old
radio. Down by the river where we used to go. Skipping stones and talking slow.
Though she’s gone, her voice won’t let me go. Yeah, I still hear in San Bonito. [Music] That
diner booth by the window seat holds her smile like it’s stuck on repeat. Jukebox plays
our favorite tune. Blue eyes cry in a moon. Maybe she’s out there chasing her sky.
Maybe some hearts weren’t meant to lie. Still on a porch swing in one light town. But
my never left is still hanging around. [Music] I still hear her in San Bonito. In the hush of
dusk, when the cotton woods blow through the screen or slam through the whipper wheels cry like
a soft goodbye, I never reply. Though time moves on and seasons go, I still hear her in San Bonito.
And if someday she ever comes back home, she’ll find me waiting where the wild flowers grow. Cuz
I still hear her [Music] in San Bonito. [Music] [Music] There’s fence line past the cotton field where
the red dirt road turns glow and an old oak tree with a twisted limb still stands from years
ago. We carved our names in the bark that day. Arch drawn with shaky hands. Barefoot dreams
in a summer haze. Not a worry in our plans. The old knows our story. All the words
we couldn’t say. It hurt at first. I love you. And the tears when you walked away
through every storm and silent night. Roots felt strong and steady. Old oak knows
our story. Even when we weren’t ready, you left town in your daddy’s truck, chasing stars
and neon signs. I stay back with my Friday blues, counting years and counting lines. But
I still go to that quiet place where time don’t ask for glory. Just a breeze of
swing and memories of a longforgotten story. The old knows our story. All
the hopes we used to hold. It watched us build a castle out of dreams
we left in mold. It heard the laughter, saw the fights, still stands through every
season. [Music] The old oak knows our story, even when we lost the reason. [Music] [Applause]
Now they say the town is changing fast and the past gets paved way. That tree still keeps our
secrets safe like it’s rooted in yesterday. The old oak knows our story.
Though the world may not recall, it still sways to your laughter
and stands tall through it all. It’s more than just a witness. It’s the soul
of you and me. The old oak knows our story like the wind knows every tree. Yeah. The old knows
our story as telling it to the brains. [Music] [Music] Sunset bleeds on the pasture
sky. Radio low. Just her and I. [Music] Dust still clings to that old fort
bed. She once laid her golden head. [Music] I drive out where the wild flowers grow.
That spot we claimed so long ago. There are traces of her on the tailgate. Lipstick
smudge and a small heart shape. Laugh still echo through that summer air. Wind still
whispers how she once cared. Though the roads long and the stars fade, I still
feel her in the rust and pain. [Music] Yeah, there’s traces of her on the tailgate. Her perfume lingers in the pile
mixed with beer and borrowed time. We car forever on that tree,
but time erased what we believe. Still, every time I pass that bend, it’s like
she’s riding here again. There are traces of her on the tailgate. Boots scuffs dancing like
yesterday. That laugh, that kiss in the text of me. Barefoot dreams and faded jeans. Though she’s
gone and hearts do break, I still find her in that metal frame. Yeah, there’s traces of her on the
tailgate. Maybe she’s out there chasing stars, singing soft behind some smoky bar. But in this truck, she’ll always stay. A ghost
of love that won’t fade away. There are traces of her on the tailgate. And every mile this truck
is made, the stories etched in midnight sky. Still hold the spark of her goodbye. And though I drive
and drive away, I keep coming back to yesterday. Where there’s traces of her on the tailgate.
Yeah, there’s traces of her on the tailgate. Still parked beneath that Texas. Hey [Music] [Music] [Applause] [Music] I remember that Summer evening down by the old
oak tree. Your blue eyes caught the sunset like a flame in front of me. The wind whispered
through the mess keep soft as your goodbye. Under those burn orange skies I still hear
your side. Blue eyes and burnt orange skies. Two colors paint memories I can’t deny. Back
when love was young and wild and free. You were the sun set to stay with me. Blue eyes and
burn skies forever etched in this heart of mine. We drove those dusty back rows. Your hand and mine
so tight. Songs on the radio playing under fading light. Your laughter in the night like a Texas
lullaby. I swear I still see it all through those burnt orange skies, blue eyes burn. Orange sky.
True colors paint memories I can’t deny. That’s when love was young and wild and free. Where the
sun set to stay with me. Blue eyes and burn on skies. Forever riched in this heart of mine. Years
roll on like rivers flowing through the plains. But the colors of that evening still remain.
No matter where this road will take me, your smile’s the light that guides
me. Blue eyes and burnt orange skies, the two colors painting memories I can’t deny.
Back when love was young and wild and free, you were the sunset. Stay with me. Blue eyes and
burn orange skies forever riched in this heart of mine. Underneath those Texas skies, your
memory never dies. Blue eyes and burn skies. [Music] [Music] We parked that Chevy by the Old Mill Creek.
Fireflies dancing, moonlight on your cheek. Radio playing George straight low. Bare feet
swaying where the tall grass grows. You wore that sundress with the faded hand. Talk about
forever like we both meant it then. My hand and yours. Hearts beating slow. Never thought we’d
run out of ropes. Saturday night since the queen where the stars fell closer and the world more
green. We were young while and 17 framing big with not a clue what it means. Now it’s just a
memory I lay on tight. Those golden hours and your soft goodbye. I still chase the peace
I’ve seen. And Saturday nights in snebound [Music] train. I stay behind with the dust and rain. Your name still carved in that cottonwood tree.
Right where you whispered, “You’d never leave me.” Saturday night in Supreme, where the stars felt
closer and the world more green. We were young, wild, and 17, laughing about forever like it was
routine. Now it’s just a dream I keep alive. A faded town and a love that died still feels like
some movie scene. No Saturday night seems supreme. [Music] Sometimes I drive past that old creek bin,
pretend I see you standing there again. Your smile in the wind, your voice in the pines. Lord,
how I wish I could rewind. [Music] Saturday nights in subing. You and the sky were the prettiest
things. We didn’t know what forever would mean, but for a while it was more than a dream.
where love once live and hope never die. You’re the sweetest place I’ve ever been.
Those Saturday nights in Subs. [Music] [Music] I found a box beneath the stairs tied up a string
and dust and prayers. Old letters stained with coffee rings and echoes of forgotten things. Your
words still smell like summertime. A sweet tea boos and Georgia pine. But these pages never made
their way to where your heart begin. Letters lost in long view. Words I never sent to you. Each line
of truth I couldn’t face. Each stamp a chance I let go to waste. I held them close but let you go.
Now I’m haunted by the things you’ll never know in this quiet Texas town. So true. I’m reading love that never made it through. Your photograph was tucked inside the one
from that old county ride with sunburnt cheeks and laughing eyes. We swore we’d never
say goodbye, but time moved on like southbound trains through dusty fields and growing
pains. I meant to ride, I meant to try, but silence grew or dreams went dry. Letters
lost in long view. Words I never sent to you. Each line of truth I couldn’t face. Each stamp for
chance I let go to waste. I held them close but let you go. Now I’m holy by the things you’ll
never know in this quiet Texas town. So true. I’m reading love that never
made it through. [Music] Maybe you moved on and found a porch to
call your solid ground. But here I sit with ink and tears. Still chasing down those yester
years. Letters lost in long view. Still whisper what I meant to do. Each for the moment I
betrayed. Each word of vow I never made. Though you’ll never see my truth, it
lingers in this small town boo [Music] under stars and once held me and you [Music]
lot of letters lost and Oh yeah. [Music] [Music] The sun sank low on a Friday night. Cicada
sang in the fading light. Her suitcase lay by the old screen door. I knew
she wasn’t coming back no more. She wore that dress I used to adore. The one she
danced in on the hardwood floor with boots too clean for this older town. She kissed my cheek
then looked around. She left with the southbound train through fields of dust and summer rain. No
goodbye, no just a window pain with her shadow fading down the lane. She chased the sky too wide
to tame. Yes, she left with the southbound train. Now I drive past that old depot where we carved
our names in the wood below. Still hear her laugh in the midnight. But turn around and she’s not
there. She left with the southbound train through fields of dust and summer rain. No goodbye, no
just a window pain with her shadow fading down the lane. She chased the sky too wide to tame.
Yeah, she left with the southbound train. [Music] I stay behind with my two left feet in
this broken town on this empty street. But sometimes the wind still speaks her name
as it hums the tune of that outbound train. She left with the southbound train. Took my heart
and ease her pain. All that’s left is a torch and flame of a love too wild to free a claim. She was
gone before I could explain. Yeah, she left with with the southbound train. [Music] [Music] That old messy still ain’t the same.
Out past the barn down memory lane, we lit a fire where the stories rang. You wore my
jacket and held my hand. The stars were bold. The world stood still. Your laugh danced over that
moonlet hill. Campfire smoke and midnight talk. Boots in the dust on that quiet wall. You told me
dreams you’d never shared. I swore I’d always be right there. But time don’t pause and youth moves
fast. Still I return to our burning past. Campfire smoke in midnight tongue where hearts were open
and time forgot. [Music] We carved our names on the cottonwood tree. Right where you whisper, you
wait for me. Radio low. That George Strait song felt like forever couldn’t go wrong. But summer
fades like fire lights glow. Some goodbyes you never know. Campfire smoke. Midnight tall boots in
the dust on that quiet wall. You told me dreams. you never shared. I swore I’d always be right
there. But life rolls on like a tumble we sometimes love ain’t all you need. Campfire smoke
didn’t m still aners deep in this old heart. I drive through town now and then. That old road
feels like a long lost friend. I see your smile in the setting sun and feel that night when we
were young. Campfire smoke and midnight tall. Bare feet swaying to the small town clock.
I could go back just one more time to hold your hand and call you mine. But all that’s
left is a smoky breeze. A love that lived in Texas heat. Campfire smoke and midnight talk.
Edged in the night where our souls once walked. Yeah, campfire smoke still finds me there
and dreams beneath that southern air. [Music] [Music] was late July about the Rio Ben. Sky
was gold and time would bend. She wore boots and a sunfaded dress with a laugh that could
quiet my restless chest. We ride old trails till the evening came. Sanging soft to the crackle
of flame. Every sun’s felt like a dream painted on the sky with a West Texas gleam. And I still see
her standing there barefoot on that porch tangle in the air. No words, no plans, just a whispering
spin. Where hair caught the wind like a ghost from a softer time where the world moved slow and
the stars would shine. I lost her once I lose her again. Every time her hair catches the wind.
[Music] We carved our names on old oak tree. Said forever just you and me. But seasons change like
a fiddle too. And good things fade too fast too soon. She left with the leaves. When I’m call
I stood alone where our laughter used to fall. Though the years keep moving on, that memory still
feels Texas strong. I still see her standing there barefoot on that porch, tangled in the air. No
words, no plans, just a whispering stream. The way her hair caught the wind like a ghost from
a softer time where the world moves slow and the stars would shine. I lost her. I lose her
again. every time her hair catches the wind. Maybe somewhere past that open flame, she’s
watching stars from a midnight train. Or maybe the wind just carries her back to me in the summer
rain. Cuz I still see her standing there, eyes full of fire, heart so bad in the hush before the
storm rose. The way her hair caught the wind. She was freedom I couldn’t hold. A wild west story and
a fully told and lose her again and again to the way her hair caught the wind. Yeah. Lose her again
and again to the way her caught the wind. [Music] [Music] We carved our names on that cottonwood tree down
by the creek where no one could See your laugh danced on the wind so free I thought forever was
meant for you and me. Bootprints fading on the red dirt road. Back of your dress and the sun sets
glow. You said you’d stay, but the north wind knows love don’t always grow. Where the wild
grass grows, now it’s brown dust and broken promises. Old truck tires and tear stained kisses.
You left your heart in every old skies. I’m still here where our memory lies. All that’s left of
us is emptiness around us and broken promises. The porch light flickers like it did
back then. I still play that record now and again. Your ghost still rides on
the southern wind. I can’t I run one of B cuz it’s brown dust and broken promises.
Empty fears and midnight misses. You took the stars when you walked away. left me
chasing dreams that couldn’t stay. All that’s left of us is emptiness. Brown dust and
broken bones. [Music] I drive past that tree sometimes. Where we swore we’d never say
goodbye. Like the rain that never came in June. Your love dried up too soon. [Music]
Now it’s brown dust and broken promises. That old love song the jukebox dismisses. I still
wear the pain like a second skin. Living in the past you left me in. All that’s left of us is
loneliness, brown dust, and broken promises. Yeah. All that’s left of us is lonely, brown
dust, and broken promises. [Music] [Music] The sun set slow on that dusty town road where
cotton fields and memories grow. Her laughter used to dance on the southern breeze. Now it’s
just echoes in the pecan trees. We carved our names in the old church pine, swore forever
neath the county line. She wore a sundress and no shoes at all. Spinning through summer
like a sweet free fall. I still hear her in San Bonito. In the wind and the songs on
the old radio, down by the river where we used to go. Skipping stones and talking slow.
Though she’s gone, her voice won’t let me go. Yeah, I still here in San Bonito. [Music] That
diner booth by the window seat holds her smile like it’s stuck on repeat. Jukebox plays
our favorite tune. Blue eyes cry in a moon. Maybe she’s out there chasing her sky. Maybe
some hearts weren’t meant to lie. Still on a porch swing in a one light town, but my never
left. It’s still hanging around. [Music] I still hear her in San Bonito. In the hush of
dusk, when the cotton woods blow through the screen or slam through the whipper wheels cry like
a soft goodbye, I never reply. Though time moves on and seasons go, I still hear her in San Bonito.
And if someday she ever comes back home, she’ll find me waiting where the wild flowers grow. Cuz
I still hear her [Music] in San Bonito. [Music] [Music] There’s fence line past the cotton field where
the red dirt road turns glow and an old oak tree with a twisted limb still stands from years
ago. We carved our names in the bark that day. Arch drawn with shaky hands. Barefoot dreams
in a summer haze. Not a worry in our plans. The old knows our story. All the words
we couldn’t say. It hurt at first. I love you. And the tears when you walked away
through every storm and silent night. Roots held strong and steady. Old oak knows
our story. Even when we weren’t ready, you left town in your daddy’s truck, chasing
stars and neon signs. I stayed back with my Friday blues, counting years and counting
lines. But I still go to that quiet place where time don’t ask for glory. Just a breeze
of swing and memories of a longforgotten story. The old knows our story. All
the hopes we used to hold. It watched us build a castle
out of dreams we left in mold. It heard the laughter, saw the fights. Still
stands through every season. [Music] The old oak knows our story. Even when we lost reason. [Music]
[Applause] Now they say the town is changing fast and the past gets paved way. That tree still keeps
our secrets safe like it’s rooted in yesterday. The old oak knows our story. Though the
world may not recall, it still sways to your laughter and stands tall through it all.
[Music] It’s more than just a witness. It’s the soul of you and me. The old oak knows our
story like the wind knows every tree. Yeah. The old knows our story that’s
telling it to the brains. [Music] [Music] Sunset bleeds on the pasture
sky. Radio low, just her and I. [Music] Dust still clings to that old fort
bed. She once laid her golden head. [Music] I drive out where the wild flowers grow
that spot we claimed so long ago. There are traces of her on the tailgate. Lipstick
smudge and a small heart shape. Laugh still echo through that summer air. Wind still
whispers how she once cared. Though the road’s long and the stars fade, I still
feel her in the rust and pain. [Music] Yeah, there’s traces of her on the
tailgate. [Music] Her perfume lingers in the pile mixed with beer and borrowed time. We car forever on that tree,
but time erased what we believe. Still, every time I pass that bend, it’s like
she’s riding here again. [Applause] There are traces of her on the tailgate.
Boots scuffs dancing like yesterday. That laugh, that kiss in the text of
me. Barefoot dreams and faded jeans. Though she’s gone and hearts do break, I
still find her in that metal frame. Yeah, there’s traces of her on the tailgate.
Maybe she’s out there chasing stars, singing soft behind some smoky bar. But in this truck, she’ll always stay. A ghost
of love that won’t fade away. There are traces of her on the tailgate. And every mile this truck
is made, the stories etched in midnight sky. Still hold the spark of her goodbye. And though I drive
and drive away, I keep coming back to yesterday. Where there’s traces of her on the tailgate.
Yeah, there’s traces of her on the tailgate. Still parked beneath that Texas Hey. [Music] [Music] [Applause] [Music] I remember that Summer evening down by the old
oak tree. Your blue eyes caught the sunset like a flame in front of me. The wind whispered
through the mess keep soft as your goodbye. Under those burn orange skies, I still hear
your side. Blue eyes and burnt orange skies. Two colors painting memories I can’t deny. Back
when love was young and wild and free. You were the sun set to stay with me. Blue eyes and
burn skies forever in this heart of mine. We drove those dusty back rows. Your hand and
mine so tight. Songs on the radio playing under fading light. Your laughter in the night like a
Texas lullaby. I swear I still see it all through those burn skies, blue eyes and burn. Orange sky.
True colors painting memories I can’t deny. That’s when love was young and wild and free. Where the
sun set to stay with me. Blue eyes and burn on skies. Forever riched in this heart of mine. Years
roll on like rivers flowing through the plains. But the colors of that evening still remain.
No matter where this road will take me, your smile’s the light that guides
me. Blue eyes and burnt orange skies, the two colors painting memories I can’t deny.
Back when love was young and wild and free, you were the sunset. Stay with me. Blue eyes and
burn orange skies forever riched in this heart of mine. Underneath those Texas skies, your
memory never dies. Blue eyes and burn skies. [Music] [Music] We parked that Chevy by the Old Mill Creek.
Fireflies dancing, moonlight on your cheek. Radio playing George straight low. Bare feet
swaying where the tall grass grows. You wore that sundress with the faded hand out forever
like we both meant it then. My hand and yours. Hearts beating slow. Never thought we’d run
out of roads. Saturday night since the queen where the stars fell closer and the world more
green. We were young while and 17 dreaming big with not a clue what it means. Now it’s just a
memory I lean on tight. Those golden hours and your soft goodbye. I still chase the peace
I’ve seen. And Saturday nights in snebound [Music] train. I stay behind with the dust and rain. Your name still carved in that cottonwood tree.
Right where you whispered, “You’d never leave me.” Saturday night in Supreme, where the stars felt
closer and the world more green. We were young, wild, and 17, laughing about forever like it
was routine. Now it’s just a dream I keep alive. A faded town and a love that died. Still feels
like some movie scene. No Saturday night supreme. [Music] Sometimes I drive past that old creek bin,
pretend I see you standing there again. Your smile in the wind, your voice in the pines. Lord,
how I wish I could rewind. [Music] Saturday nights in subing. You and the sky were the prettiest
things. We didn’t know what forever would mean, but for a while it was more than a dream. Where
love once lived and hope never died. You’re the sweetest place I’ve ever been. of Saturday
nights in sub. [Music] Saturday nights in sub. [Music] I found a box beneath the stairs tied
up a string and dust and prayers. Old letters stained with coffee rings and echoes of
forgotten things. Your words still smell like summertime. A sweet tea boos and Georgia pine.
But these pages never made their way to where your heart began astray. Letters lost in long
view. Words I never sent to you. Each line of truth I couldn’t face. Each stamp a chance I let
go to waste. I held them close but let you go. Now I’m haunted by the things you’ll never
know in this quiet Texas town. So true. I’m reading love that never made it through. Your photograph was tucked inside the
one from that old county ride with sunburnt cheeks and laughing eyes.
We swore we’d never say goodbye, but time moved on like southbound trains through
dusty fields and growing pains. I meant to ride, I meant to try, but silence grew or dreams
went dry. Letters lost in long view. Words I never sent to you. Each line of truth I
couldn’t face. Each stamp for chance I let go to waste. I held them close but let you go.
Now I’m holy by the things you’ll never know. In this quiet Texas town, so true. I’m reading love that never
made it through. [Music] Maybe you’ve moved on and found a porch
to call your solid ground. But here I sit with ink and tears. Still chasing down those
yesterday years. Letters lost in long view. Still whisper what I’ve meant to do. Each for
the moment I betray. Each word of vow I never made. And though you’ll never see my truth,
it lingers in this small town boo. [Music] Understand once held me and you. [Music]
Lot of letters lost and long. [Music] [Music] The sun sank low on a Friday night. Cicada
sang in the fading light. Her suitcase lay by the old screen door. I knew she wasn’t
coming back no more. She wore that dress I used to adore. The one she danced in on the hardwood
floor with boots too clean for this older town. She kissed my cheek then looked around. She left
with the southbound train through fields of dust and summer rain. No goodbye, no just a window
pain with her shadow fading down the lane. She chased the sky too wide to tame. Yes, she left
with the southbound train. Now I drive past that old depot where we carved our names in the wood
below. Still hear her laugh in the midnight. But turn around and she’s not there. She left with
the southbound train through fields of dust and summer rain. No goodbye, no just a window
pain with her shadow fading down the lane. She chased the sky too wide to tame. Yeah,
she left with the southbound train. [Music] I stay behind with my two left feet in
this broken town on this empty street. But sometimes the wind still speaks her name as
it hums the tune of that outbound train. She left with the southbound train. Took my heart and
eased her pain. All that’s left is a torch and flame of a love too wild to free a claim. She was
gone before I could explain. Yeah, she left with with the southbound train. [Music] [Music] That old messy still ain’t the same.
Out past the barn down memory lane, we lit a fire where the stories rang. You wore my
jacket and held my hand. The stars were bold. The world stood still. Your laugh danced over that
moonlet hill. Campfire smoke and midnight talk. Boots in the dust on that quiet wall. You told me
dreams you’d never shared. I swore I’d always be right there. But time don’t pause and youth moves
fast. Still I return to our burning past. Campfire smoke in midnight tongue where hearts were open
and time for God. [Music] We carved our names on the cottonwood tree. Right where you whisper, you
wait for me. Radio low. That George Strait song felt like forever couldn’t go wrong. But summer
fades like fire lights glow and some goodbyes you never know. Campfire smoke midnight tall boots in
the dust on that quiet wall. You told me dreams you never shared. I swore I’d always be right
there. But life rolls on like a tumble weed. Sometimes love ain’t all you need. Campfire smoke
didn’t m still angers deep in this old heart. I drive through town now and then that old road
feels like a long lost friend. I see your smile in the setting sun and feel that night when
we were young. Campfire smoke and midnight talk bare feet swaying to the small town clock.
I could go back just one more time to hold your hand and call you mine, but all that’s left
is a smoky breeze. A love that lived in Texas heat. Campfire smoke and midnight talk etched
in the night where our souls once walked. Yeah. Campfire smoke still finds me there and
dreams beneath that southern air. [Music] [Music] was late July about the Rio Ben. Sky was gold and
time would bend. She wore boots and a sunfaded dress with a laugh that could quiet my restless
chest. We ride old trails till the evening came. Sanging soft to the crackle of flame. Every suns
fell like a dream. Painted on the sky with a West Texas gleam. And I still see her standing there
barefoot on that porch tangle in the air. No words, no plans, just a whispering spin. But where
hair caught the wind like a ghost from a softer time where the world moved slow and the stars
would shine. I lost her once, I lose her again. Every time her hair catches the wings, [Music] we
carved our names on old oak tree. Said forever, just you and me. But seasons change like a fiddle,
too. And good things fade too fast, too soon. She left with the leaves when I’m gone. I stood
alone where our laughter used to fall. Though the years keep moving on, that memory still feels
Texas strong. I still see her standing there, barefoot on that porch, tangled in the air. No
words, no plans, just a whispering stream. The way her hair caught the wind like a ghost from
a softer time where the world moves slow and the stars would shine. I lost her. I lose her
again. every time her hair catches the wind. Maybe somewhere past that open flame, she’s
watching stars from a midnight train. Or maybe the wind just carries her back to me in the summer
rain. Cuz I still see her standing there, eyes full of fire, heart so bad in the hush before the
storm rolls. The way her hair caught the wind. She was freedom I couldn’t hold. A wild west story and
a fully told and lose her again and again to the way her hair caught the wind. Yeah. Lose her again
and again to the way her caught the wind. [Music] [Music] We carved our names on that cottonwood tree down
by the creek where no one could See your laugh danced on the wind so free I thought forever was
meant for you and me. Bootprints fading on the red dirt road. Back of your dress and the sun sets
glow. You said you’d stay, but the north wind knows love don’t always grow. Where the wild
grass grows, now it’s brown dust and broken promises. Old truck tires and tear stained kisses.
You left your heart in every old skies. I’m still here where our memory lies. All that’s left of
us is emptiness around us and broken promises. The porch light flickers like it did
back then. I still play that record now and again. Your ghost still rides on
the southern wind. I can’t I run one of it’s brown dust and broken promises.
Empty fears and midnight misses. You took the stars when you walked away.
Left me chasing dreams that couldn’t stay. All that’s left of us is emptiness.
Brown dust and broken bones. [Music] I drive past that tree sometimes where we swore
we’d never say goodbye like the rain that never came in June. Your love dried up too soon. [Music]
Now it’s brown dust and broken promises. Bad old love song. The jukebox dismisses. I still
wear the pain like a second skin. Living in the past you left me in. All that’s left of us is
loneliness. Brown dust and broken promises. Yeah. All that’s left of us is loneliness,
brown dust, and broken promises. [Music]
【Country】🎵 Nostalgic Playlist for Chill | Work | Indie | Ballad | Coffee | BGM Lofi | RINZER Studio
R&B Style Cafe music by Rinzer Studio
Playlist:
00:00 Still Hear Her in San Benito ~
03:22 The Old Oak Knows Our Story ~
06:53 Traces of Her on the Tailgate ~
11:03 Blue Eyes and Burnt Orange Skies ~
14:46 Saturday Nights in Seguin ~
18:29 Letters Lost in Longview ~
22:32 She Left with the Southbound Train ~
26:00 Campfire Smoke and Midnight Talk ~
29:43 The Way Her Hair Caught the Wind ~
33:41 Brown Dust & Broken Promises ~
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🎵 Welcome to “Rinzer Studio”, your go-to destination for relaxing and calming instrumental music. Whether you need gentle melodies to accompany your work, study sessions, or simply want to unwind after a long day, our collection of background music is designed to create a tranquil atmosphere and enhance your overall well-being.
🌙 Experience the ultimate relaxation with beautiful relaxing sleep music that helps you fall asleep quickly and reduces anxiety, stress, and fatigue. This carefully crafted music is designed to calm your mind and body, providing a peaceful escape from the day’s worries. Perfect for those who struggle with insomnia or need to unwind, our soothing melodies promote a restful and rejuvenating sleep. Let the gentle sounds guide you into a deep state of relaxation, healing your mind, body, and soul. Embrace tranquility and wake up refreshed and revitalized. Listen now and enjoy the serene journey to peaceful sleep.
Music to Deep Sleep, Calm your soul, gives you time to Relax and Focus on Work, Study
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