Lonnie GlassDirt Road Acoustic/Americana

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Music by Lonnie Glass Lyrics by Norman Ball& Lonnie Glass copyright, 2010 SOCAN

The great dirt roads stretched on in ALL directions for those returning home anfter the great conflict. In the South it was to the end of their society and thecontinuation of Federal troops for the next 12 years.

Sea of Gray marched back to Georgia Waves of Blue marched north toward Maine hollow eyes in blood-stained soldiers two great sides feel one great pain now that the war is ended politicians seek the prize carpetbagger's fill their bag of tricks with all those reconstructed lies. chorus: we are travellers on the same dirt road we're all searchin' for our home lay our muskets on our front porch floor ain't gonna be fightin' no more My wife swears there's a difference a new darkness in my eyes to my young boy i am a stranger i sit alone at night and cry still those Federals gonna stay here 10 years longer, maybe more gets this old Gray boy to thinkin' what the hell was all that fightin' for we are travellers on the same dirt road we're all searchin' for our home lay our muskets on our front porch floor ain't gonna be fightin' no more bridge I can never plant a meadow or cast a barley seed without the haunting knowing that I've made my brothers bleed every year now in Springtime we gather round try to recall we share our stories about battles try to make sense of it all so many young boys were the fallen wonderin' how we missed their fate forgiveness brings redemption the key that opens up those gates we are travellers on the same dirt road we're all searchin' for our home lay our muskets on our front porch floor ain't gonna be fightin' no more x

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