Old Dirt Roads

I grew up wild and I grew up true

A 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 treeline 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 (hey)

I 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 but 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 treeline 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 (hey)

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 (hey)

Wheat fields and old dirt roads