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Verse 1
I think itâs time to take a drive,
man itâs been too long
and you know it sounds so sweet.
Cuz when the gravel hits the tires
itâll right the wrongs
of too much city, and too much concrete.
Chorus
Take me to an old stock tank,
or the Devilâs river bank,
that fishing hole that stirs my memories.
Take me to a cold deer stand
or shooting guns at old beer cans.
You wonât find street signs where I wanna be.
I wouldnât give a nickel to have it paved in gold.
Everything I love is at the end of a dirt road.
Verse 2
Itâs cattle guards and old barb wire,
shooting birds in the fall,
and laying in the truck bed with my girl.
Itâs 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.
- Album:
- Amnesia (Act 5) [Single]
- Front Row Seat
- Small Town Family Dream
- Josh Abbott Band Lp
- Scapegoat
- Miscellaneous
- Live It While You Got It [Act 1]
- Ghosts (Act 4)
- Front Row Seat (Act 3)
- Victory Bells
- Touch
- Josh Abbott Band EP
- Tuesday Night
- Tuesday Night EP
- Absolute Country
- Brushy Creek
- Brushy Creek - EP
- Amnesia [Act 5]
- Give It Away
- Until My Voice Goes Out