Long Winding Back Road

Driving by the barley fields, past the Miller's Farm
That's when I know I am half mile from our old red barn.
There's the fence my Daddy built at the bottom of Sherman's ridge
And the house I grew up in just across the one lane bridge.

This long and winding back road twists and turns through my mind
I close my eyes and I can smell the honey suckle vines
Growing wild by the creek bed, that's where I feel at home
Down this long winding back road

I can hear the interstate roaring like a train
All night long rolling on keeping me awake
Then I think about the whippoorwills singing me to sleep
The fireflies dancing as I drift into a dream

This long and winding back road twist and turns through my mind
I close my eyes and I can smell the honey suckle vines
Growing wild by the creek bed that's where I feel at home
Down this long winding back road

This long and winding back road twist and turns through my mind
I close my eyes and I can smell the honey suckle vines
Growing wild by the creek bed that's where I feel at home
Down this long winding back road
Down the long winding back road