dirt road

It was a dirt road in the country  
Through the cornfield behind the farm 
I grew up back there  
And I learned to care, I learned to hold my own 
There was a pond back there where I learned to swim 
And I learned about a fishing pole 
I met a girl back there and I learned to swear 
And I swear she was the only one 
So take me back home, back to the place that I use to roam 
Back to see my old friends and back to see the old dirt road 
Well down that dirt road there's a cross road  
That's where I learned to play guitar it was our meeting point  
That’s where I smoked my first joint that's where I drove my first car 
It was my first cigarette, it was the place that you left me  
That's where you first broke my heart it was the back road to town  
It's how I'd get around and you know I like to get around 
Yah take me back home, back to the place that I use to roam 
Back to see my old friends and back to see the old dirt road 
(Mandolin solo) 
Well now that dirt road it’s a highway it rolls right through the farm  
There's no more pond back there, there's no more friends back there  
It's just a whole lotta cars it still the back road to town 
It's still how I get around but it just don’t hold a piece of my heart  
Like that old dirt road did when I was a kid 
Yah you know I love that old dirt road 
Take me back home, back to the place that I use to roam 
Back to see my old friends and back to see the old dirt road 
Ya take me back home, back to the place that I use to roam 
Back to see my old friends and back to see the old dirt road 
Take me back home, back to the place that I use to roam 
Back to see my old friends and back to see the old dirt road 
Take me back home, back to the place that I use to roam 
Back to see my old friends and back to see the old dirt road