Dirt Roads is a song I co-wrote with David Parker. It paints a picture of trying to hold on to the past.
Thank the Lord for simple things like a slow cooked pot of pinto beans, a D-18 with brand new strings and old friends back in town.
Like Mamas who still bow and pray for wayward sons so far away, the wise things that the old folks say, thank God they're still around.
They're getting harder and harder to find, just call it a sign of the times, they ain't as common as they used to be but they can still be found, hey there's still a few dirt roads around.
I worry about how much has changed and pray somethings still stay the same like the rattling of an old freight train hobos homeward bound. WSM Flatt and Scruggs country boys and pick up trucks, mama's cooking grandmas hugs, that high lonesome sound.
And though they're getting harder to find, never let it trouble your mind, yeah out past the city limit sign of every little town, yeah there's still a few dirt roads around.
There's still a few old folks around, who remember how it used to sound when Lester turned the house lights down for Father's Table Grace. The way old Ralph and Carter sang broken hearted nasal twang how they made the rafters rang when they'd do Amazing Grace.
There ain't no telling what a man might see, just last week I found a chestnut tree. The good old days they ain't gone they've just gone under ground. Yeah there's still a few dirt roads around, yeah past the strip mall parking lot where the trees ain't been cut down, yeah there's still a few dirt roads around.