Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rural Route #3, artist - Dean Brody. Date of issue: 25.02.2021
Song language: English
Rural Route #3 |
| It was one lane in and one lane out |
| A country road they built around |
| A general store and last stop for gasoline |
| A paved carpet where we rode our bikes |
| How the mail came in and how our town survived |
| A hundred miles from the city’s cold concrete |
| Yeah round here old rural route number three |
| Is more than just a crossing for tumbleweeds |
| She’s taken sons to foreign shores |
| Brought some back home to their front porch |
| She' how we come together when the church bell rings |
| A quarter inch on a fold out map |
| Where we live, love, cry and laugh |
| I hope my kids can grow up just like me |
| On a country road like rural route number three |
| My first memory is wrapped around |
| Momma walkin' me to my first bus route |
| She thought I didn’t notice but saw her cry |
| A place we parked and fogged windows |
| A way to college and Christmas back home |
| The shoulder I broke down on when a good friend died |
| She’s taken sons to foreign shores |
| Brought some back home to their front porch |
| She' how we come together when the church bell rings |
| A quarter inch on a fold out map |
| Where we live, love, cry and laugh |
| I hope my kids can grow up just like me |
| On a country road like rural route number three |
| (Bridge:) |
| The sun is hot, our flag it waves |
| We’ve dreamed for years about this day |
| When we’d take those five yellow ribbons down |
| Riding the blacktops hot heatwaves |
| Black boots marchin' through ticker tape |
| A boy from overseas came back to town |
| Today old highway three is hallowed ground |
| (Instrumental fade out) |