I was born where the tumbleweeds blow
Fields of wheat and the sunflowers grow
Where cattle graze and the cottonwood sway
Coyotes cry and the roosters crow
Dirt roads and dusty plains
Tornadoes full of hell and rain
It sounds crazy, but I still pray
That it will never change
Small town friday nights
Football games underneath the lights
Cruising main on a saturday
Sunday morning in a suit and tie
My first love, my first kiss
Ain't nothing that I wouldn't give
To be a child for a day again
On the land that I once lived
Down the yellow brick road
Kansas knows, she'll always be my home sweet home
Save room for me someday I'll mean to write it in stone
Gods sweet grace when I grow old
Lead me down those streets of gold
To a special place I'll rest my soul
At the end of the yellow brick road
Chasing dreams like a train down a track
Moving steady like an old pump jack
I count the days and the miles away
I'm missing home and that's a fact
The road's killing me quick within the clock
Late at night me and God still talk
I confess and I count what he's blessed
And my memory takes a walk
Down the yellow brick road
Kansas knows, she'll always be my home sweet home
Save room for me someday I'll mean to write it in stone
Gods sweet grace when I grow old
Lead me down those streets of gold
To a special place I'll rest my soul
At the end of the yellow brick road