[Verse 1]
Silver steeple in the sunrise
Old church standing by a fuel-lit road
Chrome spurs hanging on the fence post
Dust on the dashboard, stories in my coat
Bells ring soft through the satellites
Echo on the wind like a barcode prayer
Cowtails flick in the morning light
Wide-eyed calves just breathing country air
[Chorus]
Churchbells, cowtails, green grass shining
Soul food steaming on the stove at home
Future on the dash, past still riding
I got rust on my boots, gold in my bones
Churchbells, cowtails, hearts made of iron
Collard greens swaying in a mason-jar glow
If this is tomorrow, I’m still trying
To keep that backroad soul in my robot world
[Verse 2]
Grandma stirs a pot of something
Smells like Sunday in a plastic age
Cornbread cooling by the window
Steam drawing halos on a cracked glass pane
Tractors run on quiet lightning
Screens on the barns hum a blue-green haze
But out by the gate, it’s just dirt and sky
And an old hound dreaming in the shade
[Chorus]
Churchbells, cowtails, green grass shining
Soul food steaming on the stove at home
Future on the dash, past still riding
I got rust on my boots, gold in my bones
Churchbells, cowtails, hearts made of iron
Collard greens swaying in a mason-jar glow
If this is tomorrow, I’m still trying
To keep that backroad soul in my robot world
[Bridge]
I can taste that love in every bite (mmm)
Hear that memory in every chime (oh yeah)
Wire and code in the satellite sky
But my roots still grow in this red clay time
[Chorus]
Churchbells, cowtails, green grass shining
Soul food steaming on the stove at home
Future on the dash, past still riding
I got rust on my boots, gold in my bones
Churchbells, cowtails, hearts made of iron
Collard greens swaying in a mason-jar glow
If this is tomorrow, I’m still smiling
‘Cause this country soul keeps feeding my robot world
(robot woah!~)
[Verse 1]
Silver steeple in the sunrise
Old church standing by a fuel-lit road
Chrome spurs hanging on the fence post
Dust on the dashboard, stories in my coat
Bells ring soft through the satellites
Echo on the wind like a barcode prayer
Cowtails flick in the morning light
Wide-eyed calves just breathing country air
[Chorus]
Churchbells, cowtails, green grass shining
Soul food steaming on the stove at home
Future on the dash, past still riding
I got rust on my boots, gold in my bones
Churchbells, cowtails, hearts made of iron
Collard greens swaying in a mason-jar glow
If this is tomorrow, I’m still trying
To keep that backroad soul in my robot world
[Verse 2]
Grandma stirs a pot of something
Smells like Sunday in a plastic age
Cornbread cooling by the window
Steam drawing halos on a cracked glass pane
Tractors run on quiet lightning
Screens on the barns hum a blue-green haze
But out by the gate, it’s just dirt and sky
And an old hound dreaming in the shade
[Chorus]
Churchbells, cowtails, green grass shining
Soul food steaming on the stove at home
Future on the dash, past still riding
I got rust on my boots, gold in my bones
Churchbells, cowtails, hearts made of iron
Collard greens swaying in a mason-jar glow
If this is tomorrow, I’m still trying
To keep that backroad soul in my robot world
[Bridge]
I can taste that love in every bite (mmm)
Hear that memory in every chime (oh yeah)
Wire and code in the satellite sky
But my roots still grow in this red clay time
[Chorus]
Churchbells, cowtails, green grass shining
Soul food steaming on the stove at home
Future on the dash, past still riding
I got rust on my boots, gold in my bones
Churchbells, cowtails, hearts made of iron
Collard greens swaying in a mason-jar glow
If this is tomorrow, I’m still smiling
‘Cause this country soul keeps feeding my robot world
(robot woah!~)