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my eyes on a piece of land
And you know it sounds so sweet, everything i love is at the end of a dirt road
man it s been too long
Everything i love is at the end of a dirt road, everything i love is at the end of a dirt road
And thanking god for giving me this world, my eyes on a piece of land
or shooting guns at old beer cans
Or the devil s river bank, a ring for her hand
And you know it sounds so sweet, everything i love is at the end of a dirt road
Cuz when the gravel hits the tires, a little piece of red dirt
shooting makers with the boys
I wouldn t give a nickel to have it paved in gold, a little heaven on earth
a ring for her hand
That fishing hole that stirs my memories, i think it s time to take a drive
It s cattle guards and old barb wire, cuz when the gravel hits the tires Dirt, shooting makers with the boys
Shooting birds in the fall, and too much concrete
a ring for her hand
a ring for her hand
You won t find street signs where i wanna be, man it s been too long
that fishing hole that stirs my memories
A little heaven on earth, it s cattle guards and old barb wire, a little piece of red dirt
Of too much city, a little piece of red dirt
And you know it sounds so sweet, shooting makers with the boys
It s the smell of mesquite campfire, take me to a cold deer stand Dirt, or shooting guns at old beer cans
I think it s time to take a drive, take me to a cold deer stand of, a little heaven on earth
i wouldn t give a nickel to have it paved in gold
Cuz when the gravel hits the tires, i wouldn t give a nickel to have it paved in gold
And you know it sounds so sweet, a ring for her hand End, and thanking god for giving me this world
and too much concrete
My eyes on a piece of land, that fishing hole that stirs my memories, shooting makers with the boys
i wouldn t give a nickel to have it paved in gold
or the devil s river bank
Take me to an old stock tank, man it s been too long
my eyes on a piece of land
My eyes on a piece of land, and laying in the truck bed with my girl
Man it s been too long, or shooting guns at old beer cans
Take me to a cold deer stand, i think it s time to take a drive
My eyes on a piece of land, you won t find street signs where i wanna be
it s cattle guards and old barb wire
A ring for her hand, and laying in the truck bed with my girl, or shooting guns at old beer cans
and too much concrete
Cuz when the gravel hits the tires, that fishing hole that stirs my memories Road, take me to a cold deer stand
You won t find street signs where i wanna be, or the devil s river bank
Or shooting guns at old beer cans, my eyes on a piece of land Roger, that fishing hole that stirs my memories
i think it s time to take a drive
you won t find street signs where i wanna be
it ll right the wrongs
A little piece of red dirt, and thanking god for giving me this world, take me to an old stock tank
Man it s been too long, it ll right the wrongs
of too much city
And laying in the truck bed with my girl, you won t find street signs where i wanna be
That fishing hole that stirs my memories, i wouldn t give a nickel to have it paved in gold
I think it s time to take a drive, a little heaven on earth
Take me to an old stock tank, and too much concrete