"Blacktop Blues" lyrics

Another day
Another dollar
Another dreaming
'Bout the holler

I'd be lying, if I said, it wasn't bothering me
Grass is greener
Maybe so
But I ain't seen it 'cept the couple weeds
Peeking through the cracks in the concrete

Sweet Virginia, come, sing my song
Take me back to where I belong

I need some sane for my crazy and a foot on the gas
I need a shotgun baby with a dog in the back
I need a whole lotta nothing with some dust on my boots
I need a little red dirt for my blacktop blues

Gonna find my religion in some back-porch picking
Do some blue-cat fishing on a muddy bank
Watch the sun fall down through the pines
The city skyline just ain't the same

I need some sane for my crazy and a foot on the gas
I need a shotgun baby with a dog in the back
I need a whole lotta nothing with some dust on my boots
I need a little red dirt for my blacktop blues

Sweet Virginia, come, sing my song
Take me back to where I belong

I need some sane for my crazy and a foot on the gas
I need a shotgun baby with a dog in the back
I need a whole lotta nothing with some dust on my boots
I need a little red dirt for my blacktop blues

I need a little red dirt for my blacktop blues