| Take me down to New Lane Road | 
| Effort into the river slow | 
| Where the sun is warm, the fields are gold | 
| Take me down to New Lane Road | 
| Take me where I caught her eye | 
| On blankets under mountain skies | 
| Where the trees whisper when winter blows | 
| Take me down to New Lane Road | 
| This is my home | 
| This is my life | 
| Oh, I’ve read the Bill of Rights | 
| And all the stories of the proud who’ve died from me and you | 
| These are my kids | 
| And this is my wife | 
| I put up a forty every time I raise my stars under the red, the white, | 
| the beautiful blues | 
| Yeah, we are the rivers carved of melted snow | 
| Take me down to New Lane Road | 
| We are the wild | 
| We are the free | 
| We are the earth beneath our feet | 
| We take our time | 
| We do it right | 
| And we never back down without a fight | 
| This is my home | 
| This is my life | 
| Oh, I’ve read the Bill of Rights | 
| And all the stories of the proud who’ve died from me and you | 
| These are my kids | 
| And this is my wife | 
| I put up a forty every time I raise my stars under the red, the white, | 
| the beautiful blues | 
| Yeah, we are the rivers carved of melted snow | 
| Oh, take me down to New Lane Road | 
| «we would take care of the earth, the earth is the protector of us | 
| I would as a kid go with him on the tractor and he’d be plowing the field | 
| He’d be digging up fresh dirt and there’s this, there’s this, this distinctive | 
| smell to of this rich dirt | 
| You know, he’d point out to me what was good dirt and what was bad dirt | 
| And he would always say, you’d basically get out of mother nature what you put | 
| back in. Remember if you’re going to kill the soil, you got to give something | 
| back.» | 
| This is my home | 
| This is my life | 
| Oh, I’ve read the Bill of Rights | 
| And all the stories of the proud who’ve died from me and you | 
| These are my kids | 
| And this is my wife | 
| I put up a forty every time I raise my stars under the red, the white, | 
| the beautiful blues | 
| Yeah, we are the rivers carved of melted snow | 
| Take me down to New Lane Road | 
| Take me down to New Lane Road | 
| Take me down to New Land Road |