Verse 1
Dust on the dashboard, highway hums to a stop
Reds, golds, and pine scent bikes ride the wind we bought
We roll up to a timber house where the secrets stay awhile
Fireplace breathin’ smoke and laughter on the log-worn smile
Pre-Chorus
Bass in the corner, like a heartbeat in the walls
Got our boots kicked off, we’re carefree after all
Chorus
We’re the boys who found the rhythm in the woods tonight
Burnin’ through the pine with a spark a little bright
Guitar wires hummin’, stories spillin’ from our throats
West Virginia moon, keepin’ time with our hearts on float
Hanging out in the mountains where the river seems to glow
In this cabin in the woods, we let the troubles go
Verse 2
Creakin’ stairs and a chorus of humming cicadas loud
We trade old war stories for a chorus, loud and proud
The kettle’s singin’ tea, but we’re pouring gasoline on the flame
Turn the old porch light on, we’re a runaway flame
Pre-Chorus
Slide of a coin in the jukebox, spins a memory round
We raise a glass, yeah, we’ve found our ground
Chorus
We’re the boys who found the rhythm in the woods tonight
Burnin’ through the pine with a spark a little bright
Guitar wires hummin’, stories spillin’ from our throats
West Virginia moon, keepin’ time with our hearts on float
Hanging out in the mountains where the river seems to glow
In this cabin in the woods, we let the troubles go
Bridge
If the world ever gets loud, we’ll quiet it with a song
Raise a chorus to the stale air, where we all belong
Whiskey in the tumbler, steel strings kiss the night
We’re just friends and brothers, and we ride this thing till light
Chorus
We’re the boys who found the rhythm in the woods tonight
Burnin’ through the pine with a spark a little bright
Guitar wires hummin’, stories spillin’ from our throats
West Virginia moon, keepin’ time with our hearts on float
Hanging out in the mountains where the river seems to glow
In this cabin in the woods, we let the troubles go
Outro
Rust on the cabin door, dawn peels back the glassy sky
We’ll pack up the memories and ride, with the mountain as our guide
Till the next trip rolls around, we’ll keep this fire alive
In the woods of West Virginia, where the good times survive