Текст Dean Brody – Rural Route #3

It was one lane in and one lane out
A country road they built around
A general store and last stop for gasoline

A paved carpet where we rode our bikes

Yeah round here old rural route number three
Is more than just a crossing for tumbleweeds

Chorus:
She’s taken sons to foreign shores
Brought some back home to their front porch
She’ how we come together when the church bell rings
A quarter inch on a fold out map
Where we live, love, cry and laugh
I hope my kids can grow up just like me
On a country road like rural route number three

My first memory is wrapped around
Momma walkin’ me to my first bus route
She thought I didn’t notice but saw her cry

A place we parked and fogged windows
A way to college and Christmas back home
The shoulder I broke down on when a good friend died

Chorus

Bridge:
The sun is hot, our flag it waves
We’ve dreamed for years about this day
When we’d take those five yellow ribbons down

Riding the blacktops hot heatwaves
Black boots marchin’ through ticker tape
A boy from overseas came back to town

Instrumental fade out