Dusty Roads (Live from Tootsie's Orchid Lounge)

[Crowd Chatter / Old Acoustic Guitar Begins Picking] [Recognizable Bluesy Riff] [People In Crowd Immediately Cheer] [Colt Laughs Quietly] Damn... There's some old-school Colt fans in here tonight. [Crowd Cheers Louder] Yeah... This one goes way back. Back when I had about three shirts... No money... And apparently a whole lotta shit to write about. [Crowd Laughs] Let's take it back. This is Dusty Roads. [Lap Steel Slides In] [Verse 1] I was born on a highway In a town made of gold And though I don't have much I'm still a long way from home Been sleepin' under a night sky With a sky full of dreams And I'll never stop when I hear... That freight-train whistle scream... [Distant Harmonica / Guitar Builds] [Chorus] Yeah, the highway's in my soul And you know these wheels were made to roll Just an old Son House song Singin' right through my bones I hear those pioneers... Callin' me home... So I'll see you... Down the road. [Lap Steel Fill / Crowd Whistles] [Verse 2] I don't care about no mailman 'Cause they don't write anymore And I'm a long way from a chariot Waitin' on the Lord Yesterday I was pacin' Now I'm racin' down the road I got a long way to go... But I ain't tired... No, no. [Acoustic Strumming Builds] [Chorus] The highway's in my soul And you know these wheels were made to roll Just an old Son House song Singin' right through my bones I can hear the pioneers... [Rough Background Harmony] (Callin'...) Callin' me home... So I'll see you... I'll see you... Down the road. [Instrumental — Harmonica / Lap Steel] [Band Pulls Back / Gospel Humming Begins] [Bridge] Ooooooh... These dusty roads... Greyhound buses... Rabbit's feet... Choir robes... [Lap Steel Answers Each Line] On a lap steel... Gold and rosewood... All those miles... All those nights... Still carry 'em everywhere I go. [Colt — softly] They're in my soul. [Background Voices] In my soul... [Colt] Yeah... They're in my soul. [Gospel Harmonies Build] [Final Chorus] It's in my soul... It's in my soul... Greyhound buses Rabbit's feet Choir robes On a lap steel... Gold and rosewood... It's in my soul... It's in my soul... [Band Swells] The highway's in my soul And you know these wheels were made to roll Just an old Son House song Singin' right through my bones I can hear those pioneers... Callin' me home... [Band Begins Dropping Away] So I'll see you... I'll see you... Down the road... [Extended Lap Steel Note] [Colt — Guitar Only] Yeah... I'll see you... Somewhere... Down the road. [Old Blues Guitar Turnaround] [Lap Steel Answers] [Final Chord Rings Out] [Crowd Erupts / Whistles / Applause] [Colt] Man... I haven't played that one in a long damn time. [Crowd Cheers] Thank y'all for rememberin' it. That takes me back.