Jerrod Niemann - Yellow Brick Road lyrics

I was born where the tumbleweeds blow Fields of wheat and the sunflowers grow Where cattle graze and the cottonwood sway Coyotes cry and the roosters crow Dirt roads and dusty plains Tornadoes full of hell and rain It sounds crazy, but I still pray That it will never change Small town friday nights Football games underneath the lights Cruising main on a saturday Sunday morning in a suit and tie My first love, my first kiss Ain't nothing that I wouldn't give To be a child for a day again On the land that I once lived Down the yellow brick road Kansas knows, she'll always be my home sweet home Save room for me someday I'll mean to write it in stone Gods sweet grace when I grow old Lead me down those streets of gold To a special place I'll rest my soul At the end of the yellow brick road Chasing dreams like a train down a track Moving steady like an old pump jack I count the days and the miles away I'm missing home and that's a fact The road's k**ing me quick within the clock Late at night me and God still talk I confess and I count what he's blessed And my memory takes a walk Down the yellow brick road Kansas knows, she'll always be my home sweet home Save room for me someday I'll mean to write it in stone Gods sweet grace when I grow old Lead me down those streets of gold To a special place I'll rest my soul At the end of the yellow brick road