On The Old Dirt Road

Writers: leo sayer & frank farrell

On the old dirt road
Without a care
Gotta sixpence in my pocket
Oh i'm a millionairre
Oh and i would do anything to go back there

On the old dirt road
Oh my brother and me
We make a mess all weekend
Till sunday eve
Oh and i am travelling through the past
Oh and i can see myself face to face in the looking glass

Playing in the dust
I haven't got a care
And nobody makes a fuss
'cos there's no one there

On the old dirt road
I got no name
Build a castle wall
Knock it down again
Oh and i am a child again
Oh and i don't need to pretend

Oh i hear you cry
Go back to sleep
But i can't make it stop
'cos it's not a dream
Playing in the dust
I haven't got a care
And nobody makes a fuss
'cos there's no one there

On the old dirt road
I'm a millionairre
Gotta sixpence in my pocket
Haven't got a care
On the old dirt road
I ain't got no name
I build a castle wall
Knock it down again
Oh and i would do anything to go back there again
Oh and i -- i'm a child again