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Years ago on a cold clear day
He left home and was on his way
Seeking fame and fortune
His pot of Gold
But he fell a little short on a dusty road
Had to take a job just to make ends meet
Barely earned his living cutting corn and wheat
So he put all his Nashville dreams on hold
For reality on a dusty road
He could sing and write with a master's touch
Never lost his smile though the times were tough
Could have been the king of the radio
He was music to the ears on a dusty road
Music to the ears on a dusty road
He met a pretty lady at the five and dime
They both made it to the church on time
And soon there after came a little girl
And that dusty road would be her whole world
She'd hear his guitar in his room at night
As he pour out his heart in the pale moonlight
Crawled out of bed to her knees and pray
Please God let my daddy have his chance to play
He could sing and write with the master's touch
Never lost his smile though the times were rough
He could of sold a million in the truth was told
He was music to my ears on a dusty road
Music to my ears on a dusty road
Well daddy never made it to the Opry stage
But he was content with the life he made
And when he hears me sing my songs
He knows it's the music that he passed on
He could sing and write with the master's touch
But he sacrificed to build a world for us
Every chapter in my life is a story told
To the music through the years on a dusty road
It was music to my ears on a dusty road
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