Frank Foster
Frank Foster - Dirt Road lyrics
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Me and my brother, we were young and wild Lord, we sure wanted to be like him We sure liked his style He was our first hero, and he was kind you see And Daddy taught us well How to tote a gun, how to ride like a cowboy How to hunt like an Indian How to be a rebel, and how to be free How to be a southern boy, and a southern man And how to make a livin using your two hands How to do most anything just to get by And that was life Chorus: Down on a Dirt road, where things don't change And everyone still knows your name You've got a place to call home, and you've got place to hide You've got a land you love and a name to be proud of And you've got the address to the Good Lord up above There ain't much more you could ever ask for When you're born down on a dirt road I still talk to mama sometimes on the phone She always wants to know when I'm coming in Son when you coming home Lord boy I miss ya, and I miss your smile So talk to God, Son, when you lie down in bed And thank the Good Lord up above for the woman that you wed Boy she's an angel and that's plain to see So talk to God, and treat her good And take your life easy boy, just like your daddy would And oh yeah son don't forget your dreams That you dreamed Chorus So from Cypress Bottom on down to Summerfield Lisbon, Athens, Homer, Junction, and Haynesville That ol bayou country is where I long to be Cruising down a lake road blastin my country sound Louisiana and I got my windows down Lord it feels so good just to be free And to be me Chorus I was born down on a dirt road Lord knows