Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dierks Bentley
Dierks Bentley
Songwriter
Brett Beavers
Brett Beavers
Songwriter
Steve Bogard
Steve Bogard
Songwriter

Lyrics

Country roads, old theater marquee signs
Parking lots and billboards flying by
Spanish moss, little hick town squares
Wild roses on a river bank, girl, it's almost like you're there, oh
Every mile, a memory, every song, another scene
From some old movie going back in time, you and me
Every day, a page turned down, every night, a lonesome sound
Like a freight train rolling through my dreams
Every mile, a memory
Red sun down out across the western sky
Takes me back to the fire in your eyes
Texas stars in a purple night
Not seeing 'em with you, baby, oh, they never do them right, no
Every mile, a memory, every song, another scene
From some old movie going back in time, you and me
Every day, a page turned down, every night, a lonesome sound
Like a freight train rolling through my dreams
Every mile, a memory
Funny how no matter where I run
'Round every bend I only see just how far I haven't come
Every mile, a memory, every song, another scene
From some old movie going back in time
Every day, a page turned down, every night, a lonesome sound
Like a freight train rolling through my dreams
Every mile, a memory
Every mile, a memory
Every mile, a memory
Written by: Brett Beavers, Dierks Bentley, Steve Bogard
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