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Don't Tell Your Dreams
This one is sung low, the way a man talks to himself in a truck before the sun is up. It's a song about the thing you want most, and why you keep your mouth shut about it. Not out of fear. Out of respect. Some hopes are too young to hand to other people, too easy to bruise in a room that never wanted them for you.
The story sits in ordinary places. A kitchen light. A road that runs past the same fence every morning. A pair of hands that already know the work. Richard Dall carries it in that deep, warm baritone, letting the melody stay patient and mid-tempo, more of a slow walk than a march. There's no bragging here. There's a man building something in private, quietly, while the world thinks he's just getting by.
Keep it close, and let the morning do the talking.
It's country-soul with an outlaw's calm — dignity worn plain, ambition held like a coal in a cupped hand. This is for the ones who stopped announcing what they're after and started proving it instead. For anyone still walking their road with their head down and their spine straight.
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Keep it low, keep it close to the chest, Let 'em wonder, never tell 'em the rest. I move quiet while the doubters stay loud, Build it real, then I shake the ground. Keep it quiet, don't say a word, Let the win be the loudest thing they heard. Half these smiles wanna watch you go down, So don't tell your dreams to everybody around. Saw the snakes when they shook my hand, Smiling soft with a knife in the plan. I trust the work, not the talk in the air, Show 'em nothing till I'm already there. Keep it quiet, don't say a word, Let the win be the loudest thing they heard. Half these smiles wanna watch you go down, So don't tell your dreams to everybody around. Let your success be the only sound, Let it speak when you're not around. They'll find out when it's too late to stop, Quiet at the bottom, thunder at the top. Keep it quiet, don't say a word, Let the win be the loudest thing they heard. Half these smiles wanna watch you go down, So don't tell your dreams to everybody around.