Walking Down That Old Dusty Road I heard a voice saying child come on home I'm tired of not having no place to call my own, Walking Down That Old Dusty Road Living a life I don't want to live, Laying in the mud kicking against the wind . Call my name and hear my cry. Walking Down That Old Dusty Road, I hear a voice saying child come on home. I found my answer on that old dusty road.Now I am walking down streets of gold.Now I have a placeI call home. Walking Down That Dusty Road. Now Living a life I want to live. Walking Down That Old Dusty Road.Now I have a place I call home Walking Down That Old Dusty Road. WRITTEN BY: James Keith Harlan, Kentucky June 20-2007 |
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