End of a Dirt Road Songtext
von Josh Abbott Band

I think it′s time to take a drive
Man it's been too long
And you know it sounds so sweet
′Cause when the gravel hits the tiles
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
And laying in the truck bed with my girl
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 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