Lyrics by Aubrey Gravat
Empty Stages
Genres: Country
Oh, who's gonna fill their shoes? Will the circle be unbroken? Have you heard the last country song? Was the good stuff already spoken? I hope I'm wrong They're tearing down the Grand Ol' Opry 'Cause it's empty, and they need the parking lot Johnny, Willie, Waylon, Patsy, Dolly, Loretta, Reba George and Merle and Tammy Have we already seen all that country music's got? The radio's playing something new But it don't sound like home to me Auto-tune and drum machines Where's the heart that used to be? I close my eyes and hear their voices Singing truth from way back when But when I open them they're gone Will we ever see their kind again? There's an old man at the bar tonight Says he wrote for Nashville back in '75 His hands are shaking but his eyes are bright When he talks about when music was alive But the jukebox keeps on spinning old 45s Reminding me legends never truly die As long as a song survives They're tearing down the Grand Ol' Opry 'Cause it's empty, and they need the parking lot Johnny, Willie, Waylon, Patsy, Dolly, Loretta, Reba George and Merle and Tammy Have we already seen all that country music's got? Maybe the circle’s not broken after all As long as somebody answers the call If you’re out there searching for a sign Listen close—you’ll always find A piece of yesterday in every rhyme And country music holding time
© Aubrey Gravat Nov 23, 2025
Sunday Morning Scars
Genres: Country
Used to trust in higher ground Believed what I was told Hands that should have blessed me Left me broken and cold Seven years old on Sunday morning Thought I'd find my peace Instead found out that holy men Can be the biggest thieves These Sunday morning scars Won't ever fade away Won't ever fade away From that house of prayer That taught me how to hurt Won't ever fade away Won't ever fade away These Sunday morning scars Tried to tell but no one listened Said I must be wrong How can something done in Jesus' name Feel so dark and strong Kept going back each Sunday Smile upon my face While dying just a little more In that sacred place These Sunday morning scars Won't ever fade away Won't ever fade away From that house of prayer That taught me how to hurt Won't ever fade away Won't ever fade away These Sunday morning scars Now I drive past empty churches Wonder if you're still inside Teaching other little children How to swallow down their pride And I pray to something bigger Than the man behind the door That someday I'll find healing From this pain I can't ignore These Sunday morning scars Won't ever fade away Won't ever fade away From that house of prayer That taught me how to hurt Won't ever fade away Won't ever fade away These Sunday morning scars Won't ever fade away Won't ever fade away These Sunday morning scars
© Aubrey Gravat Nov 23, 2025