Dirt Road Don't (717 Tapes)

Текст песни Warren Zeiders - Dirt Road Don't (717 Tapes)

I like the way them old boots feel
I like the way black coffee tastes
I like fresh cut soy bean fields
Cold beer on a Saturday
'Round here there ain't no interstate
When you sit shotgun you close the gate

I'm stubborn as my granddad's mule
Wild as Wild Turkey too
Apples don't fall far from trees 'round here
Wanna know where this boy's comin' from
You gotta know where this boy came from
It's gonna take some time and an old John Deere

If you wanna see where I belong
Where they'll bury this boy's bones
Where this rebel soul calls home
You gotta go where the dirt road don't

I like the way your hand holds mine
Middle of the bench with your hair pulled back
Listen to you, Don singin' Tulsa Time
Where we're going ain't on the map
Gotta place you need to see, baby
If you wanna know more about me

I'm stubborn as my granddad's mule
Wild as Wild Turkey too
Apples don't fall far from trees 'round here
Wanna know where this boy's comin' from
You gotta know where this boy came from
It's gonna take some time and an old John Deere

If you wanna see where I belong
Where they'll bury this boy's bones
Where this rebel soul calls home
You gotta go where the dirt road don't
Dirt road don't

A part of me is in this place
It'll always be that way

I'm stubborn as my granddad's mule
Wild as Wild Turkey too
Apples don't fall far from trees 'round here
Wanna know where this boy's comin' from
You gotta know where this boy came from
It's gonna take some time and an old John Deere

If you wanna see where I belong
Where they'll bury this boy's bones
Where this rebel soul calls home
You gotta go where the dirt road don't
Dirt road don't