

(ohhh) Dust on the tires,
sun sinking low
Windows down, radio low
Fields rolling by like an old movie show
This country road knows where I need to go
Down that country road,
wildflowers in bloom
Wheels turning slow, chasing the moon
Leave the world behind,
nothing left to prove This old country road,
it always brings me home
Old barns standing guard,
memories in the dust
Every mile a story,
every turn a trust
Headlights cutting through the evening hush
This country road, it never rushes Down that country road,
wildflowers in bloom
Wheels turning slow, chasing the moon
Leave the world behind,
nothing left to prove
This old country road,
it always brings me home
Sometimes I wonder where it leads
Past the fields and the old oak trees
But I don't need to know the end
Just keep on rolling,
my old friend
Down that country road,
wildflowers in bloom
Wheels turning slow, chasing the moon
Leave the world behind,
nothing left to prove
This old country road,
it always brings me home (yeah) (ohhh)