Dust on the Dash

Chorus

Roll down the window catch a breeze on my face

Dust on the dash nothing left to chase

Old boots and blue jeans keeping my pace

There’s freedom on this lonesome two-lane

Post-Chorus

Whoa oh oh oh

Whoa oh oh oh

Verse 2

That old radio playing a hometown sound

Fields of gold rising up all around

Lost in a memory I never outgrew

Heading nowhere but it sure feels new

Pre-Chorus

Let the sun paint the map turning red to blue

Miles behind me but my heart still true

Chorus

Roll down the window catch a breeze on my face

Dust on the dash nothing left to chase

Old boots and blue jeans keeping my pace

There’s freedom on this lonesome two-lane

Post-Chorus

Whoa oh oh oh

Whoa oh oh oh