Dusk Rollout
(hmmmmm) Six PM, we shut the warehouse doors
Dust on our boots,
feet heavy on the floor
He turns the key,
that diesel engine hums
Red taillights glow as the quiet evening comes
Headlights cutting through the rising gray
Ready to wash the heavy shift away
Behind us lies the gravel and the grind
Leaving every single heavy load behind
Rolling down the blacktop under open skies
Watch the yellow headlights and the gravel rise
Work is done, the road is wide and free
Just a father and a child where we ought to be (yeah)
We chase the dusk,
the horizon's burning gold
Another story of the county highway told
He points ahead, tells me of his younger years
Over the rumble and the shifting of the gears (we ride)
And when the darkness finally settles in
That's where the real road can begin
Rolling down the blacktop under open skies
Watch the yellow headlights and the gravel rise
Work is done, the road is wide and free
Just a father and a child where we ought to be
(out on the road!)
Headlights cutting the dark Leaving our mark (ahhhh)