DUST DOWN A COUNTRY ROAD JOHN HAITT
Introduction
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Could not get to sleep it was on my wedding night
I was tangled in the sheets and I was dreaming of a light
Pouring from her window coming up through the floor
Lifting up the darkness crashing through my kitchen door
Down to that old oak table I went to take a look
And my whole life passed before me just like a story book
She used to make me breakfast sit around and talk
Have anothe cup of coffee maybe take a little walk
Like dust down a country road
Blowing in the wind behind an old truck load
up before the roster crowed
There's an old dog staring at the dust down a county road
That truck is going somewhere I just can't be sure
And tomorrow's just a day after all that's gone before
I always thought of leaving I never could stay too long
Now her memory's catching up and her sweet dreams are all gone
(repeat chorus)
If I had a bullet I'd put in this gun
And I'd catch that old dog naping and shoot him fore he'd run
Cause he ain't much good for nothing cept starring at the dust
Lord I wonder what he's looking at sneaking up on us
(repeat chorus)
DUST DOWN A COUNTRY ROAD JOHN HAITT
Could not get to sleep it was on my wedding night
I was tangled in the sheets and I was dreaming of a light
Pouring from her window coming up through the floor
Lifting up the darkness crashing through my kitchen door
Down to that old oak table I went to take a look
And my whole life passed before me just like a story book
She used to make me breakfast sit around and talk
Have anothe cup of coffee maybe take a little walk
Dust down a country road
Blowing in the wind behind an old truck load
up before the roster crowed
There's an old dog staring at the dust down a county road
That truck is going somewhere I just can't be sure
And tomorrow's just a day after all that's gone before
I always thought of leaving I never could stay too long
Now her memory's catching up and her sweet dreams are all gone
Dust down a country road
Blowing in the wind behind an old truck load
up before the roster crowed
There's an old dog staring at the dust down a county road
If I had a bullet I'd put in this gun
And I'd catch that old dog naping and shoot him fore he'd run
Cause he ain't much good for nothing cept starring at the dust
Lord I wonder what he's looking at sneaking up on us