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make this a country ballad, luke combs style

“Old Floyd”

Verse 1

There’s an old boy sittin’ on the porch swing,

Glass of bourbon in his hand like a king.

Knows every face in this little hometown,

Tips his hat when you’re drivin’ around.

Sunrise finds him ridin’ the greens,

Cuttin’ fairways where the dew still leans.

Cussin’ at the weather, laughin’ at the sky,

Old Floyd keeps this town alive.

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Chorus

Old Floyd, he’s the salt of the land,

Stars and stripes flyin’ proud on his hand.

Red, white, and blue runs deep in his soul,

Big ol’ heart and a spirit of gold.

He’s the one they all wave to down the road,

That’s Old Floyd—everybody knows.

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Verse 2

Talks politics loud at the café seats,

Swears the country needs strong men to lead.

But ask him ‘bout his grandkids, watch his eyes shine,

Family’s his reason, bourbon’s just fine.

Sundays he’s grillin’, Saturdays he’s playin’,

Stories get taller the more he’s sayin’.

World might change, but he’ll stay true,

Old Floyd’s doin’ what old timers do.

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Chorus

(repeat)

Old Floyd, he’s the salt of the land,

Stars and stripes flyin’ proud on his hand.

Red, white, and blue runs deep in his soul,

Big ol’ heart and a spirit of gold.

He’s the one they all wave to down the road,

That’s Old Floyd—everybody knows.

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Bridge

Bourbon in the evening, flag in the yard,

Love for his people beats strong and hard.

He’s lived a life that’s simple and true,

And this little town, it belongs to you.

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Final Chorus

Old Floyd, he’s the salt of the land,

Stars and stripes flyin’ proud on his hand.

Red, white, and blue runs deep in his soul,

Big ol’ heart and a spirit of gold.

Raise up a glass to the man we know,

That’s Old Floyd—everybody knows.