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Rhythm Of The Road

wileyatkinson

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Lyrics

Verse 1]

Shift light blinking on a dashboard clock

An old thermos rattling on a toolbox lock

Before the sun can even clear the treeline high

There's a million taillights painting up the morning sky

From the factory floor to the blackland loam

There's a steady hand guiding every family home

It ain't in the headlines or the evening news

Just an honest day's living in a pair of work shoes

Chorus

And it beats like a drum in the chest of the land

Built on the grit of a calloused right hand

From the coast-to-coast highway to the county line track

Yeah, the heartbeat of America is keeping it on track

Hear the diesel engine hum, feel the gravel under the wheel

That's the soul of the country made of muscle and steel

Verse 2

There's a neon sign blinking by a two-lane road

Where the local crowd gathers just to drop their load

They talk about the weather and the price of the grain

And the flags flying proud through the wind and the rain

It's the diner on the corner, it's the high school lights

It's the quiet devotion on a Saturday night

No billboards or cameras can capture the grace

Of the steady, quiet rhythm of this timeless place

Chorus

And it beats like a drum in the chest of the land

Built on the grit of a calloused right hand

From the coast-to-coast highway to the county line track

Yeah, the heartbeat of America is keeping it on track

Hear the diesel engine hum, feel the gravel under the wheel

That's the soul of the country made of muscle and steel

Bridge

It's a legacy passed down from father to son

A deep-rooted promise that the job will get done

No shortcuts, no mapping, no easy way through

Just the pride that you find in the red, white, and blue

Guitar & Fiddle Solo

Chorus

Yeah, it beats like a drum in the chest of the land

Built on the grit of a calloused right hand

From the coast-to-coast highway to the county line track

Yeah, the heartbeat of America is keeping it on track

Hear the diesel engine hum, feel the gravel under the wheel

That's the soul of the country made of muscle and steel

Outro

Yeah, hear it roar.

Steady and true.

That old American heartbeat...

Coming straight home to you.

Muscle and steel.

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