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Friday night, city lights, dual cab, sports a polished gleam
His new black hat, rabbit skin express from Shein
Brand new boots tapping loud with their factory shine
Soft hands ride the keyboards, he's never ridden the line
He's got a playlist, he's got polish, he's got posts for every mile
But when the wind comes howling down, can he hold the line a while?
Give me dust over chrome, grit over glitter
Back roads steady and a slow burn hitter
Hands that can fix a fence and hold you through the storm
Sun creased eyes and a heart that's warm
Neon lights spin you round for a song
But calloused hands keep you where you belong
When the night turns cold and the power goes
Every heart reaches for dust over chrome
He's up before the magpies, dog jumps on the tray
A thermos of coffee, silent prayers for the rain
Fence wire scarred his knuckles, red dirt in his seams
Lonely talks with the moon, reliving old dreams
He won't say much, just shows up, quiet smile in town
But when the beat slows, he's the bedrock in the sound
Give me dust over chrome, grit over glitter
Back roads steady and a slow burn hitter
Hands that can fix a gate and hold you through the storm
Sun creased eyes and a heart that's warm
Neon lights spin you round for a song
But calloused hands keep you where you belong
When the dance lights fade and you're headed home
Every heart reaches for dust over chrome
Bluetooth buckle versus bull rope knuckle
Latte foam or a load to muscle
It ain't the hat, it's the weather it's seen
Not the truck, but the miles between
It's the quiet kind of promise in a sunburned grin
The kind that stares drought down and rises again
Soft hands are fine for a Saturday night
Hard hands hold on when it's a long, hard fight
Give me dust over chrome, grit over glitter
Back roads steady and a lifelong winner
Hands that can build a life and keep a fire warm
Lead you through the dark and dance you through the storm