Plucking The Strings Lyrics

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