Country Roads

Dust on my boots, sun in my eyes, Rollin’ down a road where freedom flies. Fields of gold, wind hums a tune, Sky so wide, it swallows the moon. Country roads, take me home, Where the river sings and the tall pines roam. Rolling hills, a southern breeze, Ain't no place I'd rather be. Mama’s voice calls soft and sweet, Dinner’s on, and the smell runs deep. Fireflies dance in the evening glow, Memories shine where the wildflowers grow. Country roads, take me home, Where the river sings and the tall pines roam. Rolling hills, a southern breeze, Ain't no place I'd rather be. Wandered far, lost my way, City lights never felt the same. But that red dirt road still calls my name, Leading me back where my heart remains. Country roads, take me home, Where the river sings and the tall pines roam. Rolling hills, a southern breeze, Ain't no place I'd rather be. Yeah, that old dirt road still calls to me, Ain't no place I'd rather be.