It's the way I've been raised
'Today's the day' he said
'Close that door on your way out
Find your own way now'
Down that Dusty Road
With that old tree on my left
To shade my neck
I'll not see, I'll not hear them
For I wasted my days
Seemed a far cry away
Days gone, that voice slowly fades
Down that Dusty Road
With that old tree on my left
To shade my neck
And once again I am blown with the wind
And stolen by the thought
I could be a better man
I could be the man they say I'm not
Down that Dusty Road leavin' home
With that old tree on my left
To shade my neck
Could have all but nothing he'd like to see
Then better I leave with the midday heat
Some passer by tells me I best be gone
When evening comes, that cold wind blows
Down that Dusty Road
Down that Dusty Road
Down that Dusty Road
Down that Dusty Road