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My Daddy was a farmer outside a Midwest town My backyard stretched as far as I could see I remember walking barefoot down that old dirt road I had a burning curiosity
'Cause the dirt met with asphalt and concrete Thick yellow lines, well they cut it in two Big trucks rolled by and sent the dust rolling This boy began to wonder where they were going
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My oldest brother Bobby- he used to take me riding He had a '67 Chevrolet He used to drive so fast, my Father would get so mad He swore to take ol' Bobby's keys away
One night I woke up 'cause I heard ma was crying She cried out that her baby was gone Bobby sped through the night down some old lonesome highway A truck had swerved and the two hit head on
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Well I'm older now and just out of high school I look back on how my life has changed I see these folks around me, and I respect their ways Still I wonder if I'll end up just the same
I'm proud of my home and my family But I'm like a wheel that has just started rolling Maybe I'm just looking for a little a little adventure 'Cause when the sun comes up I guess I'll be going…
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