Country Club Hills by David Kastling Music

Lyrics

Ain't much moving on a Tuesday morn'
Mailbox leans like it's weather-worn
Fairway grass looking clean and cut
Old boys tee off, saying "what's up"

Pool gate swings, it's starting to squeak
Cannonballs fly, kids playing knee-deep
Back porch laughs and Chardonnay sips
Sundress queens with the latest quips

And there goes a wave from a Ford I ain't met
Ashland's hello, not a thing you forget
This town don't shout, but it sure knows how
To speak to your heart without making a sound

Down Country Club Hills, no need to speed
This blacktop knows just what we need
Past the pines, past Stag Creek Grill
Where the hush rolls in and the night stands still
Ash and Olive, table for two
Ironhorse booth with a railroad view
I don't chase where the good times go
I just drive slow

Front porch swing got a creaky tune
Grill's fired up around half past noon
Kids tossing frisbees over the lane
Someone yelling from a backyard game

Ice clinks low in a glass whiskey cup
Dog on the steps, just curled right up
We ain't stuck, and we ain't in a rush
We're just floating on a little bit of luck

That radio's humming an old George song
Makes me smile, makes me sing along
Ashland's small, but it hits just right
Under big star skies and porchlight nights

Down Country Club Hills, no need to speed
This blacktop knows just what we need
Past the pines, past Stag Creek Grill
Where the hush rolls in and the night stands still
Ash and Olive, table for two
Ironhorse booth with a railroad view
I don't chase where the good times go
I just drive slow

Every fence, every crack in the road
Got a story that I've been told
I walk these roads like a worn-out song
Every step says I still belong

Country Club Hills, breeze in the pines
Tail lights fade like a song over time
No one's hurrying, no one hides
We just breathe on Country Club Hills