WE STILL GOT A ROAD
Written by Christopher Mason / Misty Mae Mason


Bank sign flickers by the Dairy Queen
Same old boys, same broke-down dreams
A welder’s cap on the dash sun-faded gray
Coffee gone cold from a sixteen-hour day
Mama says grace with the lights cut low
Like God still hears through a radio

Busted windows at the old book store
Pawn shop guitars hangin’ outta tune
Paint peelin’ at the Anderson farm
Yeah, this town’s one breath from broke
Ain’t much left, but we still got a road

Jenny’s boy left for Tulsa last June
Chasin’ pipe-liner pay and a cheaper room
She keeps his boots by the kitchen door
Like she hopes he’ll find his way home
Out past the gin where the blacktop ends

Red dirt baked in these Chevrolet rims
Burnt-out bulbs in the V.F.W. sign
Johnny bettin’ quarters two beers at a time
Yeah, this town’s one breath from broke
Ain’t much left, but we still got a road

The grain bins creak when the north wind blows
Like they’re holdin’ secrets nobody told
And the houses with the porch lights gone
Still leave their numbers painted on

Screen doors slammin’ in the evenin’ wind
Weeds climbin’ up where the walkway’s been
Kids still flyin’ on a tire swing rope
Down where the river runs low and slow
That road don’t end where the blacktop goes
Long as we’ve still got a road