Reservation Road - Bill Miller

I was holding on to my grandad’s hand

He was pointing to the promised land

That lay beyond the reservation road

He said don’t make promises that you won’t keep

Don’t betray the earth beneath your feet

As we walked on the reservation road

And just for that one moment we were racing with the wind

And sound of horses thundering they echoed once again

Back to a place where our hearts and souls belong

A thousand dreams away from that reservation road

A thousand dreams away from that reservation road

Then his spirit soared into the sky

Beyond the place where eagle fly

And my tears fell on the reservation road

Now a hundred moons have come and gone

And I’m holding on to my newborn son

One day he’ll walk on the reservation road

And just for that one moment we were racing with the wind

And sound of horses thundering they echoed once again

Back to a place where our hearts and souls belong

A thousand dreams away from that reservation road

A thousand dreams away from that reservation road

I was holding on to my grandad’s hand

He was pointing to the promised land

That lay beyond the reservation road

It went way beyond the reservation road

Have you ever walked on the reservation road?

Let me take you down the reservation road

Like to take some Senators down the reservation road

Let me take you down the reservation road

Let me take you down the reservation road