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

Living our dreams out, singing 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

I spent some time in a corner bar

Playing for keeps with this ol' guitar

And it was worth every minute when I heard those people sing

It's a long road home, but now I see

What those 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

Living our dreams out, singing 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

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

I'd go back in a minute, to the land of the wicked

Wheat fields and old dirt roads

Wheat fields and old dirt roads