Lyrics

(Verse 1)
In the holler where the mountains meet the sky,
There's a tale of love and whiskey, don't you ask me why.
The fiddle's cryin' echoes through the hollow,
Where secrets and stories are told by those who follow.

(Chorus)
Oh, Lord, won't you take me back to that old country road?
Where the honeysuckle blooms and the river's flow.
With my boots on the porch and my heart an’ soul set free,
In these Rocky Mountain Hills, that's where I feel free

(Verse 2)
Down by the creek, where the wildflowers grow,
There's an old wooden cabin, a place I used to know.
With a rusty tin roof and a front porch swing,
Where the troubadours gather and the songs they sing.

(Chorus)
Oh, Lord, won't you take me back to that old country road?
Where the honeysuckle blooms and the river's flow.
With my boots on the porch and my heart an’ soul set free,
In these Rocky Mountain Hills, that's where I feel free

(Bridge)
The wind whispers secrets through the pine tree leaves,
As the moon shines down on this land of make-believe.
Guitar strings strumming, a lonesome melody,
Where the ghosts of the past find their solace and their peace.

(Verse 3)
In the shadow of the mountains, there's a lonesome sound,
The heartbeat of the war drum carries through the hallowed grounds.
A tale of lost love and hard-fought battles won,
In these Rocky Mountain hills, the stories aren't done.

(Chorus)
Oh, Lord, won't you take me back to that old country road?
Where the honeysuckle blooms and the river's flow.
With my boots on the porch and my heart an’ soul set free,
In these Rocky Mountain Hills, that's where I feel free