Dusty Boots and Dogwood Trail

There's a screen door hanging off the frame

And a mailbox fading in the rain

Just a gravel road that knows my name

I spent ten years trying to outrun

The red clay

and the setting sun

But the dirt roads always lead you

home

Underneath the pine trees where we

roamed (yeah)

No matter where those big highway lanes go

Now my boots are resting by the stairs

And the kitchen tabletop is bare

But there's peace inside these simple prayers

But the dirt roads always lead you

home

Underneath the pine trees where we

roamed

(where

we roamed)

No matter where those big highway lanes go

Those big highway lanes go...

(back home)