Down a dusty road where the sun meets the sky
There's a little ol' town where the dreams never die
With a guitar in hand and a heart full of dreams
I'm chasing a melody or so it seems
Plucking the strings of this old guitar
Singing my story reaching for the stars
Through the highs and the lows I'll carry on
With every chord I play I'll find where I belong
Sometimes it feels like I'm lost in the crowd
But when I'm playing my music I'm standing tall and proud
So I'll keep on singing and I'll keep on strumming
With the fire in my soul there's no stopping or numbing
Plucking the strings of this old guitar
Singing my story reaching for the stars
Through the highs and the lows I'll carry on
With every chord I play I'll find where I belong
From honky-tonk bars to neon-lit stages
I'll keep on strumming through life's different pages
With each note I play I'm leaving behind
All of the worries that weigh on my mind
Plucking the strings of this old guitar
Singing my story reaching for the stars
Through the highs and the lows I'll carry on
With every chord I play I'll find where I belong
Sometimes it feels like I'm lost in the crowd
But when I'm playing my music I'm standing tall and proud
So I'll keep on singing and I'll keep on strumming
With the fire in my soul there's no stopping or numbing
So if you ever see me under that old oak tree
With my guitar in hand just come and sing with me
We'll pluck the strings together and let our spirits soar
In the melody of life we'll find what we're searching for
Plucking the strings of this old guitar
Singing my story reaching for the stars
Through the highs and the lows I'll carry on
With every chord I play I'll find where I belong
Hunter Nyholt - Plucking The Strings Lyrics
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Down a dusty road where the sun meets the sky
There's a little ol' town where the dreams never die
With a guitar in hand and a heart full of dreams
I'm chasing a melody or so it seems
Plucking the strings of this old guitar
Singing my story reaching for the stars
Through the highs and the lows I'll carry on
With every chord I play I'll find where I belong
Sometimes it feels like I'm lost in the crowd
But when I'm playing my music I'm standing tall and proud
So I'll keep on singing and I'll keep on strumming
With the fire in my soul there's no stopping or numbing
Plucking the strings of this old guitar
Singing my story reaching for the stars
Through the highs and the lows I'll carry on
With every chord I play I'll find where I belong
From honky-tonk bars to neon-lit stages
I'll keep on strumming through life's different pages
With each note I play I'm leaving behind
All of the worries that weigh on my mind
Plucking the strings of this old guitar
Singing my story reaching for the stars
Through the highs and the lows I'll carry on
With every chord I play I'll find where I belong
Sometimes it feels like I'm lost in the crowd
But when I'm playing my music I'm standing tall and proud
So I'll keep on singing and I'll keep on strumming
With the fire in my soul there's no stopping or numbing
So if you ever see me under that old oak tree
With my guitar in hand just come and sing with me
We'll pluck the strings together and let our spirits soar
In the melody of life we'll find what we're searching for
Plucking the strings of this old guitar
Singing my story reaching for the stars
Through the highs and the lows I'll carry on
With every chord I play I'll find where I belong
There's a little ol' town where the dreams never die
With a guitar in hand and a heart full of dreams
I'm chasing a melody or so it seems
Plucking the strings of this old guitar
Singing my story reaching for the stars
Through the highs and the lows I'll carry on
With every chord I play I'll find where I belong
Sometimes it feels like I'm lost in the crowd
But when I'm playing my music I'm standing tall and proud
So I'll keep on singing and I'll keep on strumming
With the fire in my soul there's no stopping or numbing
Plucking the strings of this old guitar
Singing my story reaching for the stars
Through the highs and the lows I'll carry on
With every chord I play I'll find where I belong
From honky-tonk bars to neon-lit stages
I'll keep on strumming through life's different pages
With each note I play I'm leaving behind
All of the worries that weigh on my mind
Plucking the strings of this old guitar
Singing my story reaching for the stars
Through the highs and the lows I'll carry on
With every chord I play I'll find where I belong
Sometimes it feels like I'm lost in the crowd
But when I'm playing my music I'm standing tall and proud
So I'll keep on singing and I'll keep on strumming
With the fire in my soul there's no stopping or numbing
So if you ever see me under that old oak tree
With my guitar in hand just come and sing with me
We'll pluck the strings together and let our spirits soar
In the melody of life we'll find what we're searching for
Plucking the strings of this old guitar
Singing my story reaching for the stars
Through the highs and the lows I'll carry on
With every chord I play I'll find where I belong
Writer: Hunter Nyholt
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