Wayne Orr

Writer 🕹️ Poet 🕹️ Lyricist


Carolina Starry Nights

(Verse 1)
Gravel roads and a busted-up truck,
Radio cracklin’, luck’s on our side.
Moonrise bleeds through the pines so thick,
Sweet Carolina, your dirt’s in my veins tonight.

(Chorus)
Under star light skies, we’re burnin’ slow,
Back hills hummin’ where the wild things go.
Whiskey rivers, rebel roots run deep,
Heartbeat syncs with the coyotes’ beat.
Oh, these Carolina starry nights—
Mama, hold me tight, we’re free as fireflies.

(Verse 2)
Red clay rivers, oak bones twistin’ high,
Fireflies dancin’ in your blue-jean eyes.
Six-string hums like a gospel choir,
Smoke curls up where the campfire dies.

(Chorus)
Under star light skies, we’re burnin’ slow,
Back hills hummin’ where the wild things go.
Whiskey rivers, rebel roots run deep,
Heartbeat syncs with the coyotes’ beat.
Oh, these Carolina starry nights—
Mama, hold me tight, we’re free as fireflies.

(Bridge)
Constellations spin their rebel tales,
Southern ghosts in the wind’s soft wail.
Palmetto shadows, time don’t exist—
Just your lips, my fist, and the devil’s tryst.

(Guitar Solo—twang meets raw distortion)

(Outro)
When the stars drown in the dawn’s cold light,
We’ll still be here, tangled in the pines…
Carolina starry nights.

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