Frank Foster - Dirt Road Lyrics
Me and my brother, we were young and wildLord, we sure wanted to be like himWe sure liked his styleHe was our first hero, and he was kind you seeAnd Daddy taught us wellHow to tote a gun, how to ride like a cowboyHow to hunt like an IndianHow to be a rebel, and how to be freeHow to be a southern boy, and a southern manAnd how to make a livin using your two handsHow to do most anything just to get byAnd that was lifeChorus:Down on a Dirt road, where things don't changeAnd everyone still knows your nameYou've got a place to call home, and you've got place to hideYou've got a land you love and a name to be proud ofAnd you've got the address to the Good Lord up aboveThere ain't much more you could ever ask forWhen you're born down on a dirt roadI still talk to mama sometimes on the phoneShe always wants to know when I'm coming inSon when you coming homeLord boy I miss ya, and I miss your smileSo talk to God, Son, when you lie down in bedAnd thank the Good Lord up above for the woman that you wedBoy she's an angel and that's plain to seeSo talk to God, and treat her goodAnd take your life easy boy, just like your daddy wouldAnd oh yeah son don't forget your dreamsThat you dreamedChorusSo from Cypress Bottom on down to SummerfieldLisbon, Athens, Homer, Junction, and HaynesvilleThat ol bayou country is where I long to beCruising down a lake road blastin my country soundLouisiana and I got my windows downLord it feels so good just to be freeAnd to be meChorusI was born down on a dirt roadLord knows
