Crossroads (Country Song)

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[Verse 1]
Sure ain’t a lot to do round here,
Just some old cowboys drinking whiskey and beer.
Glory days gone, and this town's wound down
Thinking back to better times when you were around.
[Chorus]
These crossroads, is where I’m standing, in my head, I shout,
Stay and hold the line, or take a different route.
Folks say there’s more, beyond the county line,
But this fading town, still feels like mine.
[Verse 2]
Main Street’s empty, stores closed down,
The only thing left is your ghost in this town.
Memories linger, of a time when I had some fight,
When you were still in my life.
[Chorus]
These crossroads, is where I’m standing, in my head, I shout,
Stay and hold the line, or take a different route.
Folks say there’s more, beyond the county line,
But this fading town, still feels like yours and mine.
[Bridge]
The fields are overgrown, the barn’s in disrepair,
But there’s a part of me that wants to stay right here.
The city's calling, with promises so fine,
But this old town’s heartbeat still matches mine.
[Chorus]
These crossroads, is where I’m standing, in my head, I shout,
Stay and hold the line, or take a different route.
Folks say there’s more, beyond the county line,
But this fading town, still feels like mine.
[Verse 3]
The old mill’s silent, no work to be found,
But thoughts of you, keep coming around.
Friends have left, seeking brighter days,
But my heart’s still here, where your memory stays.
[Chorus]
These crossroads, is where I’m standing, in my head, I shout,
Stay and hold the line, or take a different route.
Folks say there’s more, beyond the county line,
But in this fading town, you still feel like mine.
[Instrumental]
[Outro]
As the sun sets low, and the stars start to shine,
I’ll make my choice, but I’ll always keep in mind,
Our old towns roots, that run so deep,
And in its cemetery, your soul it keeps.
[Chorus/Outro]
These crossroads, is where I’m standing, in my head, I shout,
Stay and hold the line, or take a different route.
Folks say there’s more, beyond the county line,
But this fading town, still feels like mine.
This fading town, yours and mine.
[Instrumental]
[End]