[Verse 1]
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I think it's time to take a drive,
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man it's been too long
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and you know it sounds so sweet.
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Cuz when the gravel hits the tires
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it'll right the wrongs
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of too much city, and too much concrete.
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[Chorus]
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Take me to an old stock tank,
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or the Devil's river bank,
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that fishing hole that stirs my memories.
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Take me to a cold deer stand
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or shooting guns at old beer cans.
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You won't find street signs where I wanna be.
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I wouldn't give a nickel to have it paved in gold.
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Everything I love is at the end of a dirt road.
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[Verse 2]
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It's cattle guards and old barb wire,
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shooting birds in the fall,
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and laying in the truck bed with my girl.
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It's the smell of mesquite campfire,
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shooting Makers with the boys,
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and thanking God for giving me this world.
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[Bridge]
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My eyes on a piece of land,
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a ring for her hand,
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a little Heaven on earth,
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a little piece of red dirt.
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End Of A Dirt Road
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| Josh Abbott Band |
