HVMANE - Old Guitars (Single Version) Lyrics

Drive south
Beautiful sunset
Spring has come down to Virginia
Old songs replaying
In my head
Red sky's the stage
Faint moon's a smiling old comedian
Beside the moon
A few shy stars
Radio playing familiar bands
Passengers are same old guitars
Heading south
Following the sound
To Westmoreland
I have begun to love this place
Where I just show my aging face
Where rivers run and eagles fly
Where old guitars are free to play
And even nostalgy can stay
And old guitars still make me cry
And old guitars still make me cry
Before I know it
We've arrived
Sun is high up, rivers flowing
With every hour
I'm more alive
Memories, thoughts
Melodies, notes
They keep me going
It's time to meet
Old friends again
Share new songs and old stories
We won't be looking
Quite the same
Ten years past
Left marks on us as nature flourished
I have begun to love this place
Where I just show my aging face
Where rivers run and eagles fly
Where old guitars are free to play
And even nostalgy can stay
And old guitars still make me cry
And old guitars still make me cry
And I still love this vivid place
Where I just show my aging face
Where rivers run and eagles fly
Where young guitars are cutting in
And whiskey messes with my strings
And old guitars still make me cry
And old guitars still make me cry
And old guitars still make me cry