Dierks Bentley Rules

Country Roads, old theatre marquee signs;Parkin' lots, and billboards flyin' by.Spanish mosques, little hick town squares;Wild roses on a river bank: girl its 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 rollin' 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 seein' 'em with you baby: oh, they never do it 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 rollin' 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 you and me.Every day, a page turned down; every night, a lonesome sound,Like a freight train rollin' through my dreams:Every mile, a memory;Every mile, a memory;Every mile, a memory.