Louisiana Red Dirt Highway

Pulled out the driveway past an
Old tar paper shack
Standing at her mail box an old
Woman waves as I look back
I'm gonna miss my family and I'll need
All the letter that they'll send
It's gonna be a long time before I
Travel down this red dirt road again

Louisiana red dirt highway I've been
Down a million times
With the tin barns and the pine trees I'm
Gonna take'em with me in my mind
I'm gonna take'em to the city where a man
Can make good money so they say
I'm already pretty lonesome and
My tires ain't even slung off all the clay

The mud drips would make their own design
And they'd zig zag for miles
And the one lane bridge that runs across the
Creek that I swan in as a child
The sawmill was thirty miles away and
My daddy brought it wood
Mama done the cookin' and the cleanin'
And taught us what was good