Take Me Home

Dust settles slow on the tailgate rust
Grandpa's boots still holdin' trust
Screen door slams like a hymn we know
Porch light hummin' where the fireflies glow
Barbed wire fence and a rusted gate
Guardin' a home that won't wait

Livin' on gravel roads and Sunday grace
Countin' the stars in a wide-open space
Tractor hums where the whiskey pours
Boots on the porch, heart out the door
Under a sky paintin' amber and blue
This dirt road home, it's carryin' you

Cicadas sing when the Sun goes down
Ain't no traffic, ain't no town
Just a pickup truck and a gravel lane
Cuttin' through the fields of grain
Momma's kitchen, biscuits and thyme
This slow-burn life, right on time

Take me back where the crickets play
Where the hay bales lean at the end of day
Where the river bends and the willows sway
I ain't ever leavin', I ain't ever leavin'

Feel it risin', feel it risin' now
Same old dust on the same old plow
Nothin' fancy, nothin' but true

Livin' on gravel roads and Sunday grace
Countin' the stars in a wide-open space
Tractor hums where the whiskey pours
Boots on the porch, heart out the door
Under a sky paintin' amber and blue
This dirt road home, it's carryin' you

Carryin' me home
Carryin' me home
Gravel roads and Sunday grace
Carryin' me home