Sundown Road
Well I grew up on Sundown road
Thirty years later still call it home
My old man still holds it down
Seventy five still breakin' ground
Valleys dry but gold runs deep
Overtime means who needs sleep
C'mon baby just one more shot
Can't you see that's all I got
The smell of sagebrush when I wake up
Makes me glad to be alive
Along with stories from the angels
Always runnin' through my mind
I was taught to work with both hands
Until all these things align
Brush the dust off keep it moving
Put your trust in father time
Put your trust in father time
Winter's cold the summer's hot
Most folks here ain't got a lot
But we ain't shy bout workin' hard
Cause life stays busy dealin' cards
You put in time the practice shows
You put in roots the branches grow
And soon its time to hit the road
But I'll always know where I call home
The smell of sagebrush when I wake up
Makes me glad to be alive
Along with stories from the angels
Always runnin' through my mind
I was taught to work with both hands
Until all these things align
Brush the dust off keep it moving
Put your trust in father time
Put your trust in father time
Put your trust in father time
The smell of sagebrush when I wake up
Makes me glad to be alive
Along with stories from the angels
Always runnin' through my mind
I was taught to work with both hands
Until all these things align
Brush the dust off keep it moving
Put your trust in father time
Put your trust in father time
Thirty years later still call it home
My old man still holds it down
Seventy five still breakin' ground
Valleys dry but gold runs deep
Overtime means who needs sleep
C'mon baby just one more shot
Can't you see that's all I got
The smell of sagebrush when I wake up
Makes me glad to be alive
Along with stories from the angels
Always runnin' through my mind
I was taught to work with both hands
Until all these things align
Brush the dust off keep it moving
Put your trust in father time
Put your trust in father time
Winter's cold the summer's hot
Most folks here ain't got a lot
But we ain't shy bout workin' hard
Cause life stays busy dealin' cards
You put in time the practice shows
You put in roots the branches grow
And soon its time to hit the road
But I'll always know where I call home
The smell of sagebrush when I wake up
Makes me glad to be alive
Along with stories from the angels
Always runnin' through my mind
I was taught to work with both hands
Until all these things align
Brush the dust off keep it moving
Put your trust in father time
Put your trust in father time
Put your trust in father time
The smell of sagebrush when I wake up
Makes me glad to be alive
Along with stories from the angels
Always runnin' through my mind
I was taught to work with both hands
Until all these things align
Brush the dust off keep it moving
Put your trust in father time
Put your trust in father time
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Writer(s): Eric Mercado
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