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sings
Time isn't in their favor
No life doesn't just pause
But years down the road when they're both alone
There'll be comfort in the memory

So hold me

Woke up this morning in this dusty old town
But who needs a thing when I got me girl around
Down in the south where the summer's hot
I'm a country

the stories of my life
Tell me where I can find the stories of my life

I need luck to find love on this dusty road
All in all I found you in the evening sun
In

And when the skeletons come out
Its somehow a surprise

So it's a long road
Dry and dusty
The pretty way
I'm not racing anywhere
Squeezing the juice from

always getting by
But now I'm living past my means
What dat mean?
Better den I was
I think it's Safe to safe
Had ta stand up on my own two
Only I could

Out on the open road, beneath a golden sky,
A dusty old pickup truck, with you by my side,
We're chasing dreams and freedom, with hearts wild

the skeletons come out
Its somehow a surprise
So it's a long road
Dry and dusty
The pretty way
I'm not racing anywhere
Squeezing the juice from everyday
If its

fine

I've walked forever down this dusty road
A life of passion accented by
The scent of a rose
And no one said it'd be easy
Man believe me I know
Cause

go on washing all these dusty roads

We live through our lives in a stream of cares
without understanding the meaning of things
We pray to our gods but

tall trees (Glacier)
Wild horses stream on by
Through the dusty clouds their freedom shines (Glacier)
In the rattle in my bones and trembling of my soul

traveled down them dusty roads
Surrounded himself with some real good folks
Made homemade bread when they sat down for supper
He had a country heart I'm

wider
Great depression took its toll, livin’ in that dusty bowl, we came out survivors
Dad’s farm hand by his side sharing in the work and pride

slow, down these dusty roads
Crickets singin' soft, as the moonlight glows (yeah-yeah)
Sittin' on the porch, strummin' on my guitar
Songs about love,

This is for all my people who stay in the sticks
The boonies, middle of nowhere, dirt roads
The Real MacGyver's, can fix anything
All my country

We're stitched like denim seams
On this dusty road, we drove
They'll sing about us here
In the heartland, in the heartland
We raise our cups up high

Prayed everyday 
God would bring you near
Father send an angel 
And the Holy Ghost 
To save my son—
And bring him home

As I looked down 
That dusty road
I

Ridin' shotgun, down that dusty road
Windows rolled down, feelin' free and bold
With my best friend by my side, we're goin' anywhere
Through

but now their streets I'm driving past
My dusty Buick
Emotions they made me do it
I was sitting thinking all by myself on how do I cool it
I hope that I

I'm standing out here on this dusty road With a heavy heart and weary load
The sun has gone down, now the stars come out to play
But inside my soul,

In the distance a boy cries
His path has passed a fork in the road
He says, "oh god, I am my father's son"
His timing's bad and his compass is cold

Pedaling fast
With all of my friends
Down to the swan lake store
Just before the road bends
Mom and dad didn't mind us being on our own
We were free

Sun setting low on the county line, radios playing a tune so fine
Dusty roads where the wild hearts meet in my truck, riding down Main Street
Put

a little feared, he spoke of another land
I was like what man I don't understand
He said to me, listen man don't travel down that road
Black stone path takes

wrestle with a lost soul (dead homies!)
Nigga broke the code-he/Cody gon' learn not to cross roads/Rhodes - Dusty!
I be where the buzz be, he lucky (dead