The Rocky Mile

Set back in the Ozark’s woods
There runs a ridge
The Old Timers call the Rocky Mile

Where I’ve got a little woman with a country smile
And she’s waiting on these big ole wheels to carry me home
To that Rocky Mile

It’s where we set our stakes, raised our kids and made our home
Now I’ve got this ole truck a rollin
To that pretty little woman with those electric blue eyes
And a country smile

Just a little place on the ridge where the rocks abound but the grass grows tall
And come the dark you can hear the coyotes call
The tree frogs sing
And the deer come out n drink from our stream
Back on that Rocky Mile

Up ahead lays Amarillo where I was gonna lay down my head
But I cant stop thinking bout that pretty little woman dressed in red
So I’m pushin on through to that Rocky Mile
Hoping the traffic’s light and the scales are closed

‘Cause I’ve got a pretty little woman waitin at the end of the road
On that Rocky MIle

John Pope July 28th, 2010