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Warren Zeiders

Dirt Road Don't (717 Tapes)

 

Dirt Road Don't (717 Tapes)

(album: 717 Tapes The Album - 2022)


I like the way them old boots feel
I like the way black coffee tastes
I like fresh cut soybean fields
Cold beer on a Saturday
'Round here there ain't no interstate
When you sit shotgun you close the gate

I'm stubborn as my granddad's mule
Wild as Wild Turkey too
Apples don't fall far from trees 'round here
Want to know where this boy's coming from
You gotta know where this boy came from
It's gonna take some time and an old John Deer
If you wanna see where I belong
Where they'll bury this boy's bones
Where this rebel soul calls home
You gotta go where the dirt road don't

I like the way your hand holds mine
Middle of the bench with you hair pulled back
Listen to you, Don singing Tulsa Time
Where we're going ain't on the map
Gotta place you need to see, baby
If you wanna know more about me

I'm stubborn as my granddad's mule
Wild as Wild Turkey too
Apples don't fall far from trees 'round here
Want to know where this boy's coming from
You gotta know where this boy came from
It's gonna take some time and an old John Deer
If you wanna see where I belong
Where they'll bury this boy's bones
Where this rebel soul calls home
You gotta go where the dirt road don't
Dirt road don't

A part of me is in this place, it'll always be that way

I'm stubborn as my granddad's mule
Wild as Wild Turkey too
Apples don't fall far from trees 'round here
Want to know where this boy's coming from
You gotta know where this boy came from
It's gonna take some time and an old John Deer
If you wanna see where I belong
Where they'll bury this boy's bones
Where this rebel soul calls home
You gotta go where the dirt road don't
Dirt road don't

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