I think it’s time to take a drive,
man it’s been too long
and you know it sounds so sweet.
Cuz when the gravel hits the tires
it’ll right the wrongs
of too much city, and too much concrete.
Take me to an old stock tank,
or the Devil’s river bank,
that fishing hole that stirs my memories.
Take me to a cold deer stand
or shooting guns at old beer cans.
You won’t find street signs where I wanna be.
I wouldn’t give a nickel to have it paved in gold.
Everything I love is at the end of a dirt road.
by: Josh Abbot Band