Dirt Roads and Dusty Boots

[Intro] [Verse 1] Well, the sun cracks the horizon on a rusted Chevy door, Ain’t nothin’ but a gravel path that leads to the Piggly Wiggly store. Old man Jenkins waves from his porch, sippin’ sweet tea slow, We’re all just mud and memories where the river bends below. [Chorus] It’s dirt roads and dusty boots, backroads and worn-out roots, A little broke, a lotta blessed, we ain’t too proud to s***t the truth. Where the stars ain’t drowned by city lights, and Friday nights are clear, Just a cooler full of ice-cold beer and a bonfire burnin’ here. [Verse 2] The diner’s got a jukebox playin’ ’90s country gold, Betty’s slingin’ pancakes with a side of “y’all behave, I’m told.” We fish off the railroad bridge, skip stones to pass the time, And every heartache’s washed away in that red Alabama clay we climb. [Chorus] It’s dirt roads and dusty boots, backroads and worn-out roots, A little broke, a lotta blessed, we ain’t too proud to s***t the truth. Where the stars ain’t drowned by city lights, and Friday nights are clear, Just a cooler full of ice-cold beer and a bonfire burnin’ here. [Bridge] We know every pothole, every ghost story tree, Where the church bell’s echoin’ “come as you are” for free. Yeah, we’re rough around the edges, but we love a little loud, Ain’t no shame in a dirt yard—we all turn to it somehow. [Chorus] It’s dirt roads and dusty boots, backroads and worn-out roots, A little broke, a lotta blessed, we ain’t too proud to s***t the truth. Where the stars ain’t drowned by city lights, and Friday nights are clear, Just a cooler full of ice-cold beer and a bonfire burnin’ here. [Outro]