Josh Abbott Band - End of a Dirt Road (feat. Roger Creager & Trent Willmon) Lyrics
I think it’s time to take a drive,man it’s been too longand you know it sounds so sweet.Cuz when the gravel hits the tiresit’ll right the wrongsof too much city, and too much concrete.ChorusTake me to an old stock tank,or the Devil’s river bank,that fishing hole that stirs my memories.Take me to a cold deer standor shooting guns at old beer cans.You won’t find street signs where I wanna be.I wouldn’t give a nickel to have it paved in gold.Everything I love is at the end of a dirt road.Verse 2It’s cattle guards and old barb wire,shooting birds in the fall,and laying in the truck bed with my girl.It’s the smell of mesquite campfire,shooting Makers with the boys,and thanking God for giving me this world.BridgeMy eyes on a piece of land,a ring for her hand,a little Heaven on earth,a little piece of red dirt.