Down the Road a Piece Lyrics

Down the Road a Piece

In the grey light of the morning

When the windows aren't awake

And the buildings lay there vacant

And the cold wind makes them shake

The church house waits for Easter morning

Songs have soaked into its walls

Above the graveyard dressed in flowers

The first light of this dawn falls

You can hear the engine humming

Someone coming from the east

Who would guess that the rain'd be gently falling

Down the road a piece.

Spring just cast the seeds for the summer

In the hopes that they will grow

Watered by these few frigid raindrops

Seeping the soil below

Who will turn these heavy clods of clay

With the cultivator's tines?

Giving way to the hope of a new season

With the outpouring of light

Can you feel the force of fifty thousand colors

Breaking forward to release

Who would guess that the flowers would be blooming

Down the road a piece.

We've learned not to do much talking

On the road down which we go

And we've grown to be suspicious

Whenever someone says "hello"

If you'd just roll down your window

They would offer you their best

Where the sweet tea flows even more freely

Than the river in the west.

You could see them stopping waving

They're not bothered in the least.

Who would guess that the folks would be so friendly

Down the road a piece.