Old Dirt Road

Well, I'm thinking back when I was young
Walking down those red dirt roads
In the summer In Scottsville
Watching lightning bugs
From the porch at night
Hearing tales of years gone by
Old folks talking
They're reminiscing

Grandad wore a leather tie
Kakhi shirts and pants up high
Always working building something
I was a skinny kid with a crooked smile
Dreamed of flying to the stars and back
Better than walking
I was always dreaming

And there will, there will come a time
When everything you know will change
And the world won't stop
Nothing ever stays the same
You'll wish you could return
To the days when you were young
But you can't go back there again

We would pile in the back of Papa's pickup truck
Hang on for life until he popped the clutch
He was coasting going downhill
Well, we would go downtown nearly every day
Butter and milk from the IGA
That was summer
Summer in Scottsville

Well, there will come a time
When everything you know will change
And the world won't stop
Nothing ever stays the same
You'll wish you could return
To the days when you were young
But you can't go back anymore

Well, there will come a time
When everything you know will change
And the world won't stop
Nothing ever stays the same
You'll wish you could return
To the days when you were young
But you will never go back anymore