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Off the Grid Blues
Off the Grid Blues ….
Created with Suno.com and Blurt.media AI Film Studio
Wake up early with the sun in my eyes
Hear the fire pop as it starts to rise
Brewing coffee in a pot so old
The Northern wind cuts but the fire feels bold
[Chorus]
Living off the grid where the wild things grow
In a log cabin wrapped in a blanket of snow
I hear the forest sing
Let its secrets unfold
With the Boreal trees
My story is told
[Verse]
Pole and tackle lean against the door
Grab my hat and boots
I’m out the floor
Down to the lake where the water lies still
Cast my line and wait
That's my thrill
[Chorus]
Living off the grid where the wild things grow
In a log cabin wrapped in a blanket of snow
I hear the forest sing
Let its secrets unfold
With the Boreal trees
My story is told
[Bridge]
The fiddle cries out
Echoes through the pines
A song of solitude in hard-to-reach confines
The wood's my stage
Under stars I thrive
Far from the city
I’ve come alive
[Verse]
The loon's cry echoes
It wraps 'round my mind
Nature's clock’s my own
I’m not far behind
Split some wood
Start another day
Life's more than enough in this timber ballet
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By OGMediaOff the Grid Blues ….
Created with Suno.com and Blurt.media AI Film Studio
Wake up early with the sun in my eyes
Hear the fire pop as it starts to rise
Brewing coffee in a pot so old
The Northern wind cuts but the fire feels bold
[Chorus]
Living off the grid where the wild things grow
In a log cabin wrapped in a blanket of snow
I hear the forest sing
Let its secrets unfold
With the Boreal trees
My story is told
[Verse]
Pole and tackle lean against the door
Grab my hat and boots
I’m out the floor
Down to the lake where the water lies still
Cast my line and wait
That's my thrill
[Chorus]
Living off the grid where the wild things grow
In a log cabin wrapped in a blanket of snow
I hear the forest sing
Let its secrets unfold
With the Boreal trees
My story is told
[Bridge]
The fiddle cries out
Echoes through the pines
A song of solitude in hard-to-reach confines
The wood's my stage
Under stars I thrive
Far from the city
I’ve come alive
[Verse]
The loon's cry echoes
It wraps 'round my mind
Nature's clock’s my own
I’m not far behind
Split some wood
Start another day
Life's more than enough in this timber ballet