Walking Down These Dusty Roads

Lyrics

[Verse]
Walking down these dusty roads, boots worn thin,
Sun sinking low, shadows growing again.
The fields whisper back, the life I've sown,
This weathered heart, I've always known.

[Verse 2]
The shotgun porch where grandpa sat,
Whittling stories, the dog by his hat.
The screen door creaks as the years roll by,
Where love and loss still intertwine.

[Chorus]
Sing me the blues of a life well worn,
From the cracked plow ground to the rusted horn.
Through the trials of pain and the skies torn gray,
I've walked these roads, come what may.

[Verse 3]
That little white church with its peeling paint,
The choir sings hope while the sinners faint.
The graveyard winds cradle dreams once made,
Beneath the oak where memories fade.

[Bridge]
Harmonica moans as the fireflies rise,
Whiskey bottle low, truth in my eyes.
Loneliness dances in the pale moon's glow,
These tales are mine, few will know.

[Chorus]
Sing me the blues of a life well worn,
From the cracked plow ground to the rusted horn.
Through the trials of pain and the skies torn gray,
I've walked these roads, come what may.