My old State Road 1442
Oh just what am I going to do
Y'all call it rural route three
But that ain't what it is to me
When I was a young boy riding in a Dodge
Every Sunday my dad would always take me
A few short miles right up the road
To Johnson's Dairy
There was homemade ice cream there early after church
Sitting with family friends
The simplest of enjoyments always to be had
With the southern sun at our backs
Right off State Road 1442
Oh just what am I going to do
Y'all call it rural route three
But that ain't what it is to me
Now all those memories are all replaced
By oversized pickup trucks
That don't do much of nothin' at five miles an hour
Empty beds, empty heads devoid of labor
And there's cars backed up for miles right outside my house
Pennsylvania, Maryland, Kentucky
And this land wasn't always made
For you and me
Right off State Road 1442
Oh just what am I going to do
Y'all call it rural route three
But that ain't what it is to me
They built that damn interstate, five miles less
From here to Mooresville
And it takes forty extra minutes and always makes me late
I can't enjoy the quiet that I used to have
Because of it all the cars end up stopped
In front of my doorstep
The sun it starts to set on my golden years
My kids are all grown
Most all the land is sold from all the folks down here
Now the vinyl palaces line
My old State Road 1442
Oh just what am I going to do
Y'all call it rural route three
But that ain't what it is
That ain't what it was
And it will never be that to me
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My old State Road 1442
Oh just what am I going to do
Y'all call it rural route three
But that ain't what it is to me
When I was a young boy riding in a Dodge
Every Sunday my dad would always take me
A few short miles right up the road
To Johnson's Dairy
There was homemade ice cream there early after church
Sitting with family friends
The simplest of enjoyments always to be had
With the southern sun at our backs
Right off State Road 1442
Oh just what am I going to do
Y'all call it rural route three
But that ain't what it is to me
Now all those memories are all replaced
By oversized pickup trucks
That don't do much of nothin' at five miles an hour
Empty beds, empty heads devoid of labor
And there's cars backed up for miles right outside my house
Pennsylvania, Maryland, Kentucky
And this land wasn't always made
For you and me
Right off State Road 1442
Oh just what am I going to do
Y'all call it rural route three
But that ain't what it is to me
They built that damn interstate, five miles less
From here to Mooresville
And it takes forty extra minutes and always makes me late
I can't enjoy the quiet that I used to have
Because of it all the cars end up stopped
In front of my doorstep
The sun it starts to set on my golden years
My kids are all grown
Most all the land is sold from all the folks down here
Now the vinyl palaces line
My old State Road 1442
Oh just what am I going to do
Y'all call it rural route three
But that ain't what it is
That ain't what it was
And it will never be that to me
Oh just what am I going to do
Y'all call it rural route three
But that ain't what it is to me
When I was a young boy riding in a Dodge
Every Sunday my dad would always take me
A few short miles right up the road
To Johnson's Dairy
There was homemade ice cream there early after church
Sitting with family friends
The simplest of enjoyments always to be had
With the southern sun at our backs
Right off State Road 1442
Oh just what am I going to do
Y'all call it rural route three
But that ain't what it is to me
Now all those memories are all replaced
By oversized pickup trucks
That don't do much of nothin' at five miles an hour
Empty beds, empty heads devoid of labor
And there's cars backed up for miles right outside my house
Pennsylvania, Maryland, Kentucky
And this land wasn't always made
For you and me
Right off State Road 1442
Oh just what am I going to do
Y'all call it rural route three
But that ain't what it is to me
They built that damn interstate, five miles less
From here to Mooresville
And it takes forty extra minutes and always makes me late
I can't enjoy the quiet that I used to have
Because of it all the cars end up stopped
In front of my doorstep
The sun it starts to set on my golden years
My kids are all grown
Most all the land is sold from all the folks down here
Now the vinyl palaces line
My old State Road 1442
Oh just what am I going to do
Y'all call it rural route three
But that ain't what it is
That ain't what it was
And it will never be that to me
Writer: Reid Ferguson
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