Writers: leo sayer & frank farrell



On the old dirt road

Without a care

Gotta sixpence in my pocket

Oh i'm a millionairre

Oh and i would do anything to go back there



On the old dirt road

Oh my brother and me

We make a mess all weekend

Till sunday eve

Oh and i am travelling through the past

Oh and i can see myself face to face in the looking glass



Playing in the dust

I haven't got a care

And nobody makes a fuss

'cos there's no one there



On the old dirt road

I got no name

Build a castle wall

Knock it down again

Oh and i am a child again

Oh and i don't need to pretend



Oh i hear you cry

Go back to sleep

But i can't make it stop

'cos it's not a dream

Playing in the dust

I haven't got a care

And nobody makes a fuss

'cos there's no one there



On the old dirt road

I'm a millionairre

Gotta sixpence in my pocket

Haven't got a care

On the old dirt road

I ain't got no name

I build a castle wall

Knock it down again

Oh and i would do anything to go back there again

Oh and i -- i'm a child again


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