Worn Out Jeans and Memories Lyrics

Dusty roads and worn-out jeans

Spent my days chasing simple dreams

Saw the sun rise on these fields

Life's in these scars that never healed

Grandpa's tales on the porch swing

Talk of struggle talk of spring

Gather 'round the fire at night

Roots run deep holds us tight

In these worn-out jeans and memories

Every tear and patch tells history

From the farm to the old oak tree

Worn-out jeans and memories

Mama's smile a Sunday song

Work all day all week long

Love's in these well-worn seams

In this land of hopeful schemes

Fishing by the river's bend

With my loyal dog my best friend

Skipping stones till the sun went down

Echoes of a simple town

In these worn-out jeans and memories

Every tear and patch tells history

From the farm to the old oak tree

Worn-out jeans and memories