End of A Dirt Road Lyrics

(Feat. Roger Creager & Trent Willmon)

Verse 1
I think it�s time to take a drive,
man it�s been too long
and you know it sounds so sweet.
Cuz when the gravel hits the tires
it�ll right the wrongs
of too much city, and too much concrete.

Chorus
Take 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 stand
or 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 2
It�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.

Bridge
My eyes on a piece of land,
a ring for her hand,
a little Heaven on earth,
a little piece of red dirt.

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