Dusty Roads from Saddlebag Songs by Munich Prairie Sons

Walking down these dusty roads, the sun's beating on my back,
The wind whispers tales of yesterday, and the sky stretches wide,
Every step is heavy, like the weight of all I've known,
But there's a pull in the earth, like it's calling me home.

The fields are dry, the rivers low, the land's been long forgotten,
But somewhere in the cracks, there's life that still remains,
The old barn's leaning, just holding on to time,
And the memories of youth, they're etched in every line.

The porch is worn, the wood is cracked, but it still feels like a friend,
And the sky bleeds orange as the day begins to fade,
I think of all the roads I've walked, the faces that have come and gone,
But here, in this quiet, there's a peace I've never known.

The fields are dry, the rivers low, the land's been long forgotten,
But somewhere in the cracks, there's life that still remains,
The old barn's leaning, just holding on to time,
And the memories of youth, they're etched in every line.

The stars start to show, the night pulls me deeper,
And the crickets sing a song that's older than the hills,
I sit and let the darkness wrap its arms around my shoulders,
In this place, I find a solace, even as the world stands still.

The fields are dry, the rivers low, the land's been long forgotten,
But somewhere in the cracks, there's life that still remains,
The old barn's leaning, just holding on to time,
And the memories of youth, they're etched in every line.


Morning comes, the light breaks through, but the quiet still remains,
I know these roads will take me far, but they'll always bring me back,
To the fields, the sky, the place where I belong,
And though the journey's never easy, it's the only one I've known.

• Country
• Western
• Munich