Looking past pleated curtains, Fellas working’ on the car in that old barn. I think why don’t I go digging’ for some gold on this red dirt road, this red dirt road.
To my left, could I forget the day that Katie took those first two steps holding my own two hands. And out beyond the forest trees and leaves is where we marry memories of our old cats and dogs, Just down the road.
Where could I find cigarettes at tea time, Hear Johnny Cash on the stereo. With generations hanging round and painting the town of C0A1T0. Pumpkin pie, Just getting by on that old red dirt road.
Goldie locks, dirty socks, kool aid stains on rugs and the white couch. But then you blink, You never think that graduation would creep up on you and how the tears would flow, On this red dirt road.
And how could I pretend on Sunday mornings I don’t miss weather warning de ja vu. Sisters, Mothers, Fathers, Cousins, Brothers all crammed for dinner in one room. Growing old, Solid gold on that old red dirt road.
Where could I find cigarettes at tea time, Hear Johnny Cash on the stereo. Sisters, Mothers, Fathers, Cousins, Brothers, They all come and then they go.
Growing old, Solid gold, On that old red dirt road.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
