Kurt Holes - Fields of Wheat, Roads of Dirt Lyrics

In a town where the silo stands high
Farmers toil under the open sky
Ranch hands wrangle at the break of dawn
Life moves slow, and the pain drags on
Tractors hum through fields of golden wheat
Boots kick dust off the dirt roads' beat
Grandpa's stories 'round a fire low
Echo through the hearts of the young that grow
Fields of wheat and roads of dirt
Simple life with honest work
Memories left in the churchyard stone
Small town roots burn deep to the bone
Mama's voice calls from the porch at dusk
Pappy's old truck covered in rust
Sunset's painting the cornfields red
Nights end with prayers by the homestead bed
Fields of wheat and roads of dirt
Simple life with honest work
Memories left in the churchyard stone
Small town roots burn deep to the bone
Time moves on, but the heart stays true
To days of old and skies so blue
Whispers in the wind remind us all
Of where we come from, and the loves that call
Fields of wheat and roads of dirt
Simple life with honest work
Memories left in the churchyard stone
Small town roots burn deep to the bone
Burn deep to the bone
Time moves on, but the heart stays true
To days of old and skies so blue
Whispers in the wind remind us all
Of where we come from, and the loves that call