Otto Church Road

How did I let the smoke cloud my eyes
I brought nothing on my way in life
Always looking for a good time
Overshadowed by a tall green pine

Travel these back roads with you by my side
We must go, that whisper cries
Bright golden fields passing us by
Dusty dirty roads in the morning skies

Nothing better than living Manitoba life
Those quarry parties, standing on a Saturday night
So far from the city you see its lights
Bonfires rage in the moonlight

This is our old family home
Down Otto Church Road
Ha, ya know
It's where I always want to go

Hunting for that deer in November
Me and Pa, a memory to remember
Sitting in our tree stand, we are waiting
The knowledge that my pop's is translating

Moved to the city at seventeen
Bright lights, a place that never sleeps
City folk missing out, losing soul
I will always have that country love, a place to go

To the land in Lundar I have to go
Gotta get there fast, wind up losing my soul
Waking up early to an elk in our field
No other feeling that I would rather feel

This is our old family home
Down Otto Church Road
It's where I always want to go

Get up, head out for a quad ride
Take a trip down to the pond side
This land is my spirit guide
Generations of family time go by

Feeling blessed by the grace of God
Walking through the bush line with the dogs
Got my rifle right here by my side
Its the best damn part about being alive

A place the northern lights touch the ground
A place only true freedom can be found
An escape from all those city sounds
My love is with all the country towns

This is our old family home
Down Otto Church Road
Ha, ya know
It's where I always want to go