“Where the Blacktop Ends” [Verse 1] There’s a two-lane highway running west outta town Past the Sonic lights and the old grain elevator downtown Where the oil pumps bow their heads against the sunset sky And the wind comes sweeping low through the wheat fields high Got a tackle box riding in the back of the truck Shotgun and a cooler covered in red dirt dust You can hear the coyotes singing when the daylight bends Out where Oklahoma starts where the blacktop ends [Pre-Chorus] Yeah, life moves slower But hearts beat stronger there A little more freedom flying through the air [Chorus] Out where the blacktop ends And the red dirt begins There’s a bonfire burning and a line of lifted Chevrolays Kids learning how to drive down old county lane mistakes From Friday night lights to Sunday morning hymns You ain’t really seen Oklahoma Till you’ve been where the blacktop ends [Verse 2] There’s a drag strip buzzing on a Saturday night Chrome wheels shining underneath those stadium lights Pontiacs, old Mustangs, Camaros lined in rows And somebody’s cousin playing Merle on the radio By daylight they’ll be running trotlines on the lake Or checking cattle fences down by Muskogee way Church bells ringing while the river current bends That’s the soul of Oklahoma where the blacktop ends [Pre-Chorus] Yeah, hands work harder And roots run deep out there Faith, family, and freedom still mean something there [Chorus] Out where the blacktop ends And the red dirt begins There’s a front porch swinging and a field full of John Deere green Old men talking Sooners while the kids chase their dreams From rodeo nights to Sunday afternoon friends You ain’t really seen Oklahoma Till you’ve been where the blacktop ends [Bridge] Ain’t no skyline stealing all the stars away Just a harvest moon hanging over Cherokee County hay And every gravel road carries stories on the wind About the kind of life you never wanna leave again [Final Chorus] Out where the blacktop ends And the red dirt begins There’s a cold beer sweating by a riverbank at dusk Boats out on the lake and hard-earned working trust Where every mile of gravel feels like home to me, my friends You ain’t really known Oklahoma Till you’ve been where the blacktop ends [Outro] Yeah, where the blacktop ends That’s where Oklahoma begins
