Big Ole Barn

The best love we make is to the sound of rain on the old tin roof.


Just you and I in that bug ole barn.


Layin in your arms, lookin at them stars.


Prayin to God to keep the night young.


Lookin in his eyes, thinking this could be it.


Waking up and going wherever the wind takes us.


Down them backroads threw them city lights.


Going every which waym tryin to find a better place.


And in the morning light we'll be alright, just as long as it's you and I in the big ole barn.


@Sarah Faist

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