Old Dirt Roads

I grew up wild and I grew up true
Town most folks just drive through
We'd sit out by the dam on a night when the air was warm
Mama was an angel, daddy was a saint
When the lights cut off, I could sneak out late
To a spot on the west side, baby, nobody knew

Come and find me down where the tree line ends
And the cattails grow
We can be free livin' our dreams out
Singin' to the radio
I was raised on a little patch of Heaven
Wheat fields and old dirt roads
Where the tin roof sings the whole damn thing
Shakes when the cold wind blows
Well, it ain't all sunshines and rainbows
Hard times we all know
But I'd go back in a minute to the land of the wicked
Wheat fields and old dirt roads

Spent some time in a corner bar
Playin' for keeps with this old guitar
And it was worth every minute when I heard those people sing
It's a long road home and now I see
What them old times meant to me
So when I get back, crack a bottle of Jack
You know where I'll be

You can find me down where the tree line ends
And the cattails grow
We can be free livin' our dreams out
Singin' to the radio
I was raised on a little patch of Heaven
Wheat fields and old dirt roads
Where the tin roof sings the whole damn thing
Shakes when the cold wind blows
Well, it ain't all sunshines and rainbows
Hard times we all know
But I'd go back in a minute to the land of the wicked
Wheat fields and old dirt roads

Good old boys, make some noise
When the burnin' light of day
Fades out beneath that white oak tree
Call the girls, gas the truck
Case of beer and a cider jug
When we get on the road don't mess with us

I was raised on a little patch of Heaven
Wheat fields and old dirt roads
Where the tin roof sings the whole damn thing
Shakes when the cold wind blows
Well, it ain't all sunshines and rainbows
Hard times we all know
I'd go back in a minute to the land of the wicked
Wheat fields and old dirt roads

Yeah, I'd go back in a minute to the land of the wicked
Wheat fields and old dirt roads