Dust and Strings

Left the county line in a cloud of red dust

Two hundred miles on a tank full of trust

Heading for the lights where the big river flows

But my heart's still parked on those quiet backroads

There's a guitar playing under midnight skies

Calling me back to the place time flies From hometown bars to

the porch light gleam Finding my way on a small-town dream (yeah)

Saw the neon fade in the rearview mirror

Funny how the distance makes the memories clearer Your mama's porch swing,

your daddy's old truck

We didn't need money,

we didn't need luck

There's a guitar playing under midnight skies

Calling me back to the place time flies From hometown bars to

the porch light gleam Finding my way on a small-town dream

Finding my way back home...

Yeah, I'm heading home.