Writer: Logan Mize, Blake Chaffin, Mark D. Sanders
Lyrics
Black smoke rollin' out a tailpipe
Down a dirt road
Old steel wheels still spinning like new
Barbed wire fence posts and
Blue skies forever
White frame farm house with
A front porch view
Hey I'd give anything for a front porch view
They say some souls are just born to run
Well I grew up thinkin' I was one
But I'm drawn to the west where I come from
Like a sunflower follows the sun
Like a sunflower follows the sun
Roots grow weak when they're
Searching for water the years go slow when
You're waitin' on rain
Life ain't nothing like a postcard picture
It's a tumbleweed blowing across
A dusty plain can be a tumbleweed blowing
Across a dusty plain
They say some souls are just born to run
Well I grew up thinkin' I was one
But I'm drawn to the west where I come from
Like a sunflower follows the sun
Like a sunflower follows the sun
They say some souls are just born to run
I grew up thinkin' I was one
But I'm drawn to the west where I come from
Like a sunflower follows the sun
Like a sunflower follows the sun
Blake Chaffin, Logan Mize, Mark Sanders
Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Songtrust Ave