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