Генератор голосов AI Rodney Crowell от Fish Audio

You see, the words come like shadows through stained glass windows, each one carrying memories of midnight trains and paper dreams. There's something there that can't be touched, you know, like morning fog dissolving into yesterday's poems. That's what we're chasing.

You see, there's always something moving inside you, something that keeps changing, like a song that never ends. Sometimes you got to let go of who you think you are to find who you really are.

Man, I've been sitting here trying to write these fucking lyrics, but my head's all messed up today. Sometimes I wonder if I'm even good enough for this shit. Just feeling lost in my own damn thoughts again.

Walking through this empty room, shadows dance on broken walls. Every step echoes memories I can't erase. The darkness wraps around me like an old friend, familiar in its pain. Some wounds never heal, they just get deeper.

You know, I remember this old guitar I had back in Memphis, must've been '55 or so. Started playing it in this little studio, and the producer said it wasn't quite right, but I knew that sound was exactly what the song needed. Sometimes you just gotta trust your heart.

I remember that first winter in the field, wasn't much prepared for it really. We had these thin jackets, and the cold just cut right through. Some nights we'd just sit there, watching our breath freeze in the air, wondering when morning would come.

I got a pickup truck in the yard, I got some tools in the shed. I got chickens running around, making noise in the morning. I got a vegetable garden that needs weeding, and I got work to do before sundown.

Hippity, hoppity, hippity hop. Hoppan, hoppan, hoppity pop. Hippan, happan, hoppity hop. Hoppan, hoppan, hip hip hop hop.