Rust Creek Serenade
(hm-mmm) Old dirt path where the wild oaks grow
Dust on my boots from a long way home
Saddled the horse at the break of day
Watching the shadows fade away
And the wind keeps whispering the names of the past
Time moves slow but the years go fast (ah-hhh)
This is the land that made my bones
These rocky hills I call my own
Underneath the wide open blue
Every single road leads back to you
Smoke rises slow from the chimney stack
No thoughts of ever turning back
My father's hands on the cedar plow
I understand his quiet wisdom now
This is the land that made my bones
These rocky hills I call my own
Underneath the wide open blue
Every single road leads back to you
Leads back to you (oh
yeah)