chorus

im gonna kick off my shoes

and run in bare feet

where the grass and the dirt

and the gravel all meet

im goin back to the well

gonna visit old friends

and feed my soul

where the blacktop ends



im looking down the barrel of friday night

im riding on a river of freeway lights

look out city im country bound

til monday rolls around



chorus



workin in the grind is an uphill road

im punchin that clock and carrying that load

i bust it all week and then im free

the weekend belongs to me



chorus



give me some fresh air

give me that farm

and give me some time

with you in my arms

far away from the hussle

and the pressure and the noise



im gonna kick off my shoes

and run in bare feet

where the grass and the dirt

and the gravel all meet

im goin back to the well

gonna visit old friends

and feed my soul

you betcha



ya im gonna kick off my shoes

and run in bare feet where the grass,

the dirt, the gravel all meet

im goin back to the well

gonna visit old friends

and feed my soul

where the blacktop ends

where the blacktop ends

where the blacktop ends