Need to know where to go

Looking for the soul

Looking for the flow

Walking the back roads

Smell of pine

Sweetens the dry air

I have some thing to share

That's if any one cares

A walk on the back roads

Down Salem up Panola

Passing Cosby Bishop as he slumbers

A field full of names and numbers

A walk on the back roads

Just a path before it became a road

Now it's the long walk home

A walk on the back roads