Dust Down A Country Road

DUST DOWN A COUNTRY ROAD JOHN HAITT

from "Walk On" CD bjones@airmail.net

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