Dirt I Came From

There's Alabama pines

Neath a God painted sky

Where it's front porches, huntin mornings and Friday night lights

I put some miles on these boots

But no matter what I do

There's a part of me that ain't far away in that rear view

Cause these roots run deep

Ain't something I can hide

And even when I leave

I can't help that I

Hold open every door

Hold a cold beer in my hand

Say grace and thank the Lord

Say yes sir and yes ma'am

Be proud of that map dot small town that raised me up

Oh tell me how could I not

When that's the dirt I came from

It's where I got this southern drawl

Heard my first country song

Learned how to dip and how to kiss and not get caught

Cause these root run deep

Ain't something I can hide

And even when I leave

I can't help that I

Hold open every door

Hold a cold beer in my hand

Say grace and thank the Lord

Say yes sir and yes ma'am

Be proud of that map dot small town that raised me up

Oh tell me how could I not

When that's the dirt I came from

When it's my time to go

To that place up high

I'll walk the streets of gold

And they'll all know why I

Hold open every door

Hold a cold beer in my hand

Say grace and thank the Lord

Say yes sir and yes ma'am

Be proud of that map dot small town that raised me up

Oh tell me how could I not

When that's the dirt I came from

The dirt that I came from

Yeah, that's the dirt I came from

The dirt that I came from

Yeah, that's the dirt I came from

The dirt that I came from

Yeah, that's the dirt I came from

The dirt that I came from

Yeah, that's the dirt I came from