Josh Sherman Band Follow

And you know it sounds so sweet
'Cause 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 beer 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

It's cattle guards and old barb wire, shooting birds in the fall
Laying in the truck bed with my girl, oh yeah
It's the smell of mesquite campfire shooting, Makers with the boys
And thanking God for giving me this world

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 beer 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

My eyes on a piece of land, a ring for her hand
A little Heaven on earth, a little piece of red dirt

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 beer stand or shooting guns at old beer cans
You won't find the 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

At the end of a dirt road

And you know it sounds so sweet
'Cause when the gravel hits the tires, it'll right the wrongs