[Intro – Old-Time String Band] [Banjo picking] [Fiddle answers] [Mandolin chop] [Upright bass walks in] [Verse 1] Well, I woke up with the rooster, Sun was climbing through the pines, Had a pair of worn-out boots, And a dollar on my mind. There’s a campfire down the holler, Where the boys are gathering ’round, So I grabbed my old six-string And headed for that country sound. [Chorus] Down that old dirt road we go, Where the creek runs cold and the tall grass grows, With a banjo picking and a fiddle singing, Everybody’s laughing, everybody’s swinging. No fancy car, no city lights, Just a campfire burning through the night, If heaven’s got a road like this, Well, brother, I don’t wanna miss it. [Verse 2] Got some beans inside the skillet, Got some coffee black as coal, Got an old dog by the fire And a song down in my soul. Grandpa taught me how to pick it, Daddy taught me how to pray, And every mile of that red dirt Feels like home along the way. [Chorus] Down that old dirt road we go, Where the creek runs cold and the tall grass grows, With a banjo picking and a fiddle singing, Everybody’s laughing, everybody’s swinging. No fancy car, no city lights, Just a campfire burning through the night, If heaven’s got a road like this, Well, brother, I don’t wanna miss it. [Bridge – Gospel Harmony] Oh, the stars are shining, The fire’s burning bright, Raise your voice together, And sing into the night. [Final Chorus – Bigger Harmonies] Down that old dirt road we go, Where the creek runs cold and the tall grass grows, Banjo ringing, fiddle flying, Old-time voices harmonizing. No fancy car, no city lights, Just good friends underneath the sky tonight, If heaven’s got a road like this, Well, brother, I don’t wanna miss it. [Outro] [Banjo slows] [Fiddle holds final note] [Campfire crackle]
