Dirt Road

The traffic flies by At a fast-paced clip They say on a warm day It's a nice little trip The county came in And smoothed out the road Past the porch where we sat And learned of "The Code" In my mind I still see him Though he is long gone And I still hear the words To his old Cowboy songs He spoke of the cow trails And called them by name Said the dust all around us Was one and the same. He told us the stories Of the days that were past We looked to the future Swore we'd make them last We rode our stick ponies And we rounded up strays And we knew we'd be Cowboys For all of our days. The buildings stand empty A testimony to time But they're filled with the dreams That I still call mine You can blacktop a road But they will always be there Those dust covered memories That hang in the air. They've paved the dirt road That rolls by the farm Where we laughed and played Cowboy In the fields and the barn And we learned where we came from And who we could be And the dust of that dirt road Is still part of me.