Dust on the Road

I grew up in a small town in Pennsylvania
20 minute walk from the Mason-Dixon
I know it don't seem like much a glorious life
There ain't much to see but a two pump gas stop
A drive through blink and you missed it map dot
But I grew my blood and love 'tween these county lines

There wasn't much to do so we just rode around
When it's all said and done I'll settle down

In my home
In my place
Where every Sunday morning you hear the choir sing Amazing Grace
Just a couple miles off of 83
Over the hill, in betweenst the trees
If you're looking for me you can go
Where the old men and the mountain laurels grow
Where there's dust on the road

In the misty dew of the springtime morning
There's kids and pappies out on Codorus
Baitin' hooks and casting rod and reel
And good luck trying to find a place to park
On a Friday night when the marching band starts
And the home team hauls their asses on the field

And it you come on round bout that time of year
You'll see the big star shinin' down from high up on the hill

On my home
On my place
Where every Sunday morning you hear the choir sing Amazing Grace
Just a couple miles off of 83
Over the hill, in betweenst the trees
If you're looking for me you can go
Where the old men and the mountain laurels grow
Where there's dust on the road

Sitting on an outskirt piece of land
Is the house my grandpa build with his bare hand
And every time I cross some rusty old train tracks
I go back

To my home
To my place
Every Sunday morning you hear the choir sing Amazing Grace
Just a couple miles off of 83
Over the hill, in betweenst the trees
Is my home, my roots
Where I'll always have a bed to lay and a place to kick my boots
Just a couple miles off of 216
Follow the trail til it reach the creek
If you're ever in need to cleanse your soul
You'll always be welcome to go
Where there's dust on the road
Where there's dust on the road
My dust on the road