Blacktop Blues

Another day, another dollar, another dreaming 'bout the holler
I'd be lying if I said it wasn't bothering me
The grass is greener, maybe so, but I ain't seen it
'Cept the couple weeds peeking through the cracks in the concrete

Sweet Virginia, come sing my song
Take me back to where I belong

I need some sane for my crazy and a foot on the gas
I need a shotgun baby with a dog in the back
I need a whole lotta nothing with some dust on my boots
I need a little red dirt for my blacktop blues

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Gonna find my religion in some back porch picking
Do some blue cat fishing on a muddy bank
Watch the sun fall down through thе pines
Yeah, the city skylinе just ain't the same

I need some sane for my crazy and a foot on the gas
I need a shotgun baby with a dog in the back
I need a whole lotta nothing with some dust on my boots
I need a little red dirt for my blacktop blues

Sweet Virginia, come sing my song
Take me back to where I belong

I need some sane for my crazy and a foot on the gas
I need a shotgun baby with a dog in the back
I need a whole lotta nothing with some dust on my boots
I need a little red dirt for my blacktop blues

Yeah, yeah, yeah
You'll need a little red dirt for my blacktop blues
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mm-hm