Dean Brody Rural Route #3 song lyrics

It was one lane in and one lane out

A country road they built around

A general store and last stop for gasoline

A paved carpet where we rode our bikes

How the mail came in and how our town survived

A hundred miles from the city's cold concrete

Yeah round here old rural route number three

Is more than just a crossing for tumbleweeds

[Chorus:]

She's taken sons to foreign shores

Brought some back home to their front porch

She' how we come together when the church bell rings

A quarter inch on a fold out map

Where we live, love, cry and laugh

I hope my kids can grow up just like me

On a country road like rural route number three

My first memory is wrapped around

Momma walkin' me to my first bus route

She thought I didn't notice but saw her cry

A place we parked and fogged windows

A way to college and Christmas back home

The shoulder I broke down on when a good friend died

[Chorus]

[Bridge:]

The sun is hot, our flag it waves

We've dreamed for years about this day

When we'd take those five yellow ribbons down

Riding the blacktops hot heatwaves

Black boots marchin' through ticker tape

A boy from overseas came back to town

Today old highway three is hallowed ground

[Instrumental fade out ]