End of a Dirt Road - Josh Abbott Band, Trent Willmon, Roger Creager

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

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

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

My eyes on a piece of land

A ring for her hand

A little Heaven on earth

A little piece of red dirt