Half And Half

Gotta pick up in the driveway and dust on the chrome Cornfield stretching like a wall around home Neighbors know my name from the feed store run. Ball cap low in that late day sun. Friday night lights on the old high school. Same bar stool, same home grown rose from the outside look. I'm small town grown. Just a country boy living in a country zone. But there's a seashell hanging from my rear view glass. Little reminder of a different past. Every time this gravel hits my thighs, I hear waves roll under telephone wires. Two different worlds in the same old chest. One does the work, one gives me relief. I am half country, half island breeze boots on dirt Put my heart on the seas, flip-flops hiding by the back door Made a low-high under this torn bar cap Red dirt roads in my day-to-day, but I dream palm trees When I drift away, if you wonder why I smile When the trade winds pass It is cause I am half and half Contra boy, island heart I got callous hands from these fence line days Diesel in my clothes in this small town haze Talk like, yes ma'am, no sir, how you been? Church on Sunday, then we do it again But some nights sitting on this tailgate still Moon climb up and the truth turn real I ain't just built from these county lines Got saltwater running through the back of my mouth I remember one rain on a 10-roof bed Not this cold front cutting through my weed Who the songs hitting these still guitar cries? Reflying glow in these flatland skies I can pick one road and leave one behind So I stitch both worlds in the same state of mind I am half country, half island breeze boots on dirt but my heart on the seas flip flops hiding by the back door metal oh under this torn ball cap red dirt roads in my day to day but I dream palm trees when I drift away if you wonder why I smile when the trade wins past it is cause I am half and half country boy, island hard at last Some folks got one hometown and one kind of sky I got two tires pulling every time I try When the warm wind blow through this wheat field, go to swear I hear waves like the stories I was told, so I'll tip my hat and I'll throw that shack of two living both lives in these same old boots. I am half country, half island breeze boots on dirt, but my soul on the seas got a drawl in my voice and a lay of my dreams back grown out. Let go from two worlds at clash Sing it proud, I'm havin' half Country shell with an island splash Yeah, I'm havin' half Somewhere between the pines and the ocean's land