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Michael W. Smith

Dusty Road

 

Dusty Road


Dusty road, buried dreams
Pieces on the ground
Saw the ghosts of empty streets
Of that West Virginia town

You worked for years on swing shift at the oil refinery
You loved your wife and your kids
And one of those kids was me

And the sweat upon your brow was like the tears of heaven pouring out
You said keep walking on down, down this dusty road
We're gonna make it somehow

Now I wish that you were here
You'd be amazed to see
That today looks like a page torn from 1933

In my dreams to you I run
In golden fields where angels kiss the sun
You say keep walking on down, down this dusty road
We're gonna make it somehow

I can feel it, feel it in my bones
That there's a place up ahead that looks like home
We keep walking on down, down this dusty road
We're gonna make it somehow
We're gonna make it somehow
Yes we are

And a peace comes to me now
Like a steady hand to lead us out
We keep walking on down, down this dusty road
We're gonna make it somehow

I can feel it, feel it in my bones
That there's a place up ahead that looks like home
We keep walking on down, down this dusty road
We're gonna make it somehow
We're gonna make it somehow
Yes we are

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