[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!~)