(Steve Hood/Harley Allen/Denise Draper)
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The highway sign said the Georgia line
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Was twenty miles away
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So I thought I'd take a detour
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And see the old home place
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I could have found my way
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With my eyes closed and in the dark
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This ol' dirt road ain't on no map
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I knew the way by heart
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And the house still looks the same
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Though the name on that ol' mail box has been changed
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And a tractor turn the earth
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That my grandpa and a mule had plowed up first
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As the memories return and my eye began to burn
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This ol' place has new faces in the fields
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The rockin' chairs on the font porch
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Move from a sudden wind
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It's almost like my mom and dad
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Were sittin' there again
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I hear my brother callin' from
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His favorite climbin' tree
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But I'm just hearin' echoes
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Of how it used to be
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And the house still looks the same
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Though the name on that ol' mail box has been changed
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And a tractor turn the earth
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That my grandpa and a mule had plowed up first
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As the memories return and my eye began to burn
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This ol' place has new faces in the fields
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New Faces In The Field
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| Ty England |
