Dust Trail Dreams

Rolling down these back roads, sun high in the sky, chasing horizons, saying goodbye. Left the old dirt lane where the tall grass sways mama's kitchen table them home cookways. Packed my faded denim and a heart full of dreams, guitar in the back. Tearing at the seams, past the county line, felt the pull of the miles. New stories waiting, wearing freedom smiles, dust on my boots from the places I've been. But every turn brings me closer again. Oh, the open road calls my name so sweet. Wheels keep turning, can't stay still, on my feet from mountain passes to riverbend towns. Hearts singing loud never backing down traveling so with the wind in my hair leaving footprints everywhere. Yeah, this journey's my song, forever I'll roam, finding my way, calling it home. Music Music Music Music Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music. Music.