In the Virginian Motel, counting the pickup trucks drive by Looking out to Bull Mountain, where trees touch the sky Little Coffee Break at nine, with new shops all around Saturday night under the Star, looking for the Lost and Found
Drove out Route 57, go and see my Mom and Dad Can’t believe its been 3 years, homecoming’s always sad Hillside’s is full with tall pine trees, from all the seeds I sewed Back when I was just a country boy growing up on the Crooked Road
CHORUS Driving down on Crooked Road, Bluegrass Music flowing thru my mind Memories of my childhood, take me back to a simple life Looking around the old homeplace, how the weeds have grown Grandpa’s barn is almost fallen in, on our piece of the Crooked Road
Driving down on Crooked Road, Gospel Music flowing thru my mind Memories of my childhood, take me back to a simple life No matter where I travel, this old place is still my home Leave that big old city, drive down the Crooked Road
TAG: Take me back to the simple life, back down the Crooked Road, Crooked Road
