Of all the roads I have traveled
In our wonderful USA
There are special ones I’ve found
I really have to say
I’m so proud to be an American
And to show how much I love
My country as I look at
The beautiful skies above
But you know, there is something
So special as I travel along
About those Red Dirt Roads
They seem so sturdy and so strong
They take me to the places
I’ve always wanted to go
And at times I take the time
To travel kind of slow
To see the best there is to see
As along the roads I strode
Especially the ones I love so much
Ah yes, America’s Red Dirt Roads!
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Excellent. Reminds me of the roads I used to spend days at a time riding my motorcycle on, all around, up, down and over Banks' Peninsula, near Christchurch, New Zealand. Lots of nice two-lane blacktop, sure, but there was hundreds of miles of secondary unsurfaced gravel roads and lots of single-lane tracks, too. Great poem, really digs out the memories. Cheers, Fatt Bob.