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