THE BACK ROADS
Need to know where to go
Looking for the soul
Looking for the flow
Walking the back roads
Smell of pine
Sweetens the dry air
I have something to share
That's if anyone cares
A walk on the back roads
Down Salem up Panola
Passing Cosby Bishop as he slumbers
A field full of names and numbers
A walk on the back roads
Just a path before it became a road
Now it's the long walk home
A walk on the back roads ©Copyright Thomas Dooley 1997
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