Pave All Them Red Dirt Roads (Part. Brooks & Dunn)

Used to be a fenced-in pasture Where grandpa used to drive a tractor Where there used to be johnson grass They’re steady pouring out concrete I can barely picture that ole bass pond They filled up and put a neighborhood on They’re taking miles off of memory lane And I can’t help but think Where would me and daddy split that six-pack The first beer I’d love to have back Where I took that curve too fast Put that Ford® in that creek Where would I have found that church pew That helped me walk a line in work boots Where that small town, green-eyed girl climbed up in that bench seat And where the hell is a good ole boy gonna go When they pave all them red dirt roads The Dairy Queen® was me and daddy’s dove field Sure was a whole lotta time and birds killed Boy, I wish I could go on back and feel that 12-gauge kick again I heard they’re ‘bout to build a brand-new Kwik Sack® Where that ole beat up, red, hay barn sat Boy, I wish I could close the gate Where all that asphalt ends Where me and daddy split that six pack The first beer I’d love to get back Where I took that curve too fast Put that Ford® in that creek Where I finally found that church pew Where I walked a line in work boots That love-of-my-life, green-eyed girl, she climbed up in that bench seat And where the hell is the good ole boy gonna go When they pave all them red dirt roads If they pave all them red dirt roads Driving towards that setting sun What might turn out to be the last one I roll my window down and turn up a little Brooks & Dunn It’s where I drank my first beer Where I found Jesus Where I wrecked my first car And tore it all to pieces Found the path to Heaven Is full of sinners and believers Learned that happiness on earth Ain’t just for high achievers Where I learned is what I’ve come to know Lord, I hope they never pave those red dirt roads Pave all them red dirt roads They never pave those red dirt roads