people on the old dirt road No more weather on the old dirt road It's better than a mudslide mamma when the dry spell come, yeah Oh oh oh oh, old dirt road
Oh Posted in the front seat of my maybach No where to go Ready to do whatever's clever Put on a show Don't really matter, we can chop chop chop
road When it comes time to go Down the road Down the road You know I wanna help her go Down the road Down, down, down that road Down, down, down that road
the old time Romans Road I like that old time Romans Road That avenue it just saves your soul I read a missive 'bout the faith of old It's that old
old dirt road without a care gotta sixpence in my pocket oh I'm a millionairre oh and I would do anything to go back there on the old dirt road oh my
Old road she keeps callin' to me Old road she keeps callin' to me Travel on down, travel on down Travel on down and see 13 and 301 13 and 301 250 west
old man comes around You got to hidey-hide You got to jump up, run again You got to hidey-hidey-hide The old man is down the road The old man is down
If it get me back to you A high road low road, some old side road A high road low road, some old side road A high road low road, some old side road
black spells of sacrifice, into the light The Old Ones shall return Cthulu's words still burn Into the etchings of all time The Bardic songs of old
in maps With a little investigation you'll discover perhaps That this old tradition's not a place But just a proposition called The Old Ox Road The Old Ox Road Ox Road
on the old dirt roadwithout a caregotta sixpence in my pocketoh I'm a millionairreoh and I would do anything to go back there on the old dirt roadoh my
we could have known The irony of the place where we loved That house on old lonesome road It's only shingles and shutters And a case of worn out stairs Just like my old
I don't know too much about you Too much of my old man I know he walked right out that door We never saw him again Last I heard he was at the bar Doin
The Old Bog Road: Teresa Brayton My feet are here on Broadway This blessed harvest morn, But oh! the ache thatA?s in my heart For the spot where I
I could only say I'm climbin' that old hill heading that way For I'm lonesome and blue for some place to roam And I wish it could be down that old road
old man comes around. You got to hidey-hide you got to jump and run again You got to hidey-hidey-hide the old man is down the road The old man is down
So many questions So many answers So many reasons Most of them wrong Facing the future With the faith of my father I let a stranger Into my home And
