Fields of Wheat, Roads of Dirt

作曲：Kurt Holes

作词：Kurt Holes

In a town where the silo stands high

Farmers toil under the open sky

Ranch hands wrangle at the break of dawn

Life moves slow, and the pain drags on

Tractors hum through fields of golden wheat

Boots kick dust off the dirt roads' beat

Grandpa's stories 'round a fire low

Echo through the hearts of the young that grow

Fields of wheat and roads of dirt

Simple life with honest work

Memories left in the churchyard stone

Small town roots burn deep to the bone

Mama's voice calls from the porch at dusk

Pappy's old truck covered in rust

Sunset's painting the cornfields red

Nights end with prayers by the homestead bed

Fields of wheat and roads of dirt

Simple life with honest work

Memories left in the churchyard stone

Small town roots burn deep to the bone

Time moves on, but the heart stays true

To days of old and skies so blue

Whispers in the wind remind us all

Of where we come from, and the loves that call

Fields of wheat and roads of dirt

Simple life with honest work

Memories left in the churchyard stone

Small town roots burn deep to the bone

Burn deep to the bone

Time moves on, but the heart stays true

To days of old and skies so blue

Whispers in the wind remind us all

Of where we come from, and the loves that call