Old dirt road
There’s an old dirt road behind our house,
Where the tall pine trees grow.
I spent my younger days out there,
Where the little creeks run slow.
Daddy’s truck was an old Ford truck,
With a motor that rattled and shook.
He’d take me fishing every Saturday,
With a pole and a tackle box hook.
Take me back to that old dirt road,
Where the sweet tea’s cold and the creek water flows.
Where the whippoorwills sing when the sun goes down,
And the stars shine bright over my little hometown.
Give me a truck,
give me a line,
Give me a sunset at closing time.
I don’t need silver,
I don’t need gold,
Just a little piece of heaven
on that old dirt road.
Grandpa had a deer stand out in the pines,
And a pocketknife worn from years.
He’d tell me stories of the good old days,
While the fireflies flickered near.
Mama’s cooking filled the house,
With cornbread, beans, and stew.
And every Sunday we’d gather around,
Like country families always do.
Take me back to that old dirt road,
Where the sweet tea’s cold and the creek water flows.
Where the whippoorwills sing when the sun goes down,
And the stars shine bright over my little hometown.
Give me a truck,
give me a line,
Give me a sunset at closing time.
I don’t need silver,
I don’t need gold,
Just a little piece of heaven
on that old dirt road.
Now I’ve grown up a little more,
But those memories never fade.
I still hear Daddy calling me,
At the end of a long summer day.
And someday when my hair turns gray,
And my hands grow tired and old,
I’ll sit beneath those Carolina pines,
And watch the evening unfold.
There’s a kind of peace you can’t buy in town,
A kind of love that won’t let you down.
It’s in the land,
the folks, the stories told,
And the simple life
that never grows old.
Take me back to that old dirt road,
Where the sweet tea’s cold and the creek water flows.
Where the whippoorwills sing when the sun goes down,
And the stars shine bright over my little hometown.
Give me a truck,
give me a line,
Give me
my family and a little more time.
I don’t need silver,
I don’t need gold,
Just a little piece of heaven on that old dirt road.
Yeah, that old dirt road… Where the
Carolina
pines still grow. That’s where my
heart belongs, And that’s the only home I’ve ever known.