[Verse 1]

When I was six, Daddy jumped in his truck,

Brought Papa Brown along just for luck.

Drove to the Ozarks of Arkansas,

Collecting stones while dodging the law.

[Verse 2]

Three trips in all, a rock pile they made,

In the front yard where most stones were laid.

Some built a fence, but the pile stayed put,

A mystery mound at our family’s root.

[Verse 3]

It sat untouched and became our dream hill,

Sister and I broadcasted from its top at will.

Shouting our ambitions to the wind and sun,

Rural farm speeches, our fame begun.

[Chorus]

We were country kids chasing dreams,

Big ambitions bursting at the seams,

Hunting stardom, seeking fame,

Bringing glory to our family name.

[Verse 4]

I’d hide and listen to her dreams out loud,

Catching that ride to New York’s crowd.

Me the surgeon, hearts I’d transplant,

Sis on Broadway, with the talent God grant.

[Verse 5]

Sixty years have passed, we’ve both grown old,

Ended in the city as our dreams foretold.

Plans adjusted, but bold they remained,

Different paths to joy, unrestrained.

[Chorus]

We were country kids chasing dreams,

Big ambitions bursting at the seams,

Hunting stardom, seeking fame,

Bringing glory to our family name.

[Bridge]

Most dreams from that old rock pile,

Never happened or took a new style,

But those moments lit a fire in our souls,

Pushed us to conquer and reach our goals.

[Outro]

From that rock pile, our hearts learned to soar,

Country kids dreaming, we opened the door.

Not every plan bloomed, but we found our way,

Together in the city, where love still stays.