That "Red Dirt Road"...

As you know, I really like to associate music, lyrics and their meanings to my shots. I think it's a good way to get into the songs and be able to understand the mood of those who wrote it, as well as fantasize a little bit in other ways of life (in which I identify quite well). So, I think this song goes very well with this 10-years-ago snap taken while wandering in the States.

Red Dirt Road by Brooks & Dunn

I was raised off Rural Route Three,

Out past where the black top ends.

We'd walk to Church on Sunday mornings,

Race barefoot back to Johnson's fence.

That's where I first saw Mary,

On that roadside pickin' blackberries.

That summer I turned a corner in my soul,

Down that red dirt road.

It's where I drank my first beer.

It's where I found Jesus.

Where I wrecked my first car:

I tore it all to pieces.

I learned the path to Heaven,

Is full of sinners an' believers.

Learned that happiness on earth,

Ain't just for high achievers.

I've learned; I come to know,

There's life at both ends,

Of that red dirt road.

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