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 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 haven
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) la-la-la, na-na-na-na, la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, na-na-na-na, la-la-la-la-la-la
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 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 haven
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) la-la-la, na-na-na-na, la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, na-na-na-na, la-la-la-la-la-la
I was raised on a little patch of haven
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) la-la-la, na-na-na-na, la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, na-na-na-na, la-la-la-la-la-la
(Hey) la-la-la, na-na-na-na, la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, na-na-na-na, la-la-la-la-la-la
Wheat fields and old dirt roads
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 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 haven
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) la-la-la, na-na-na-na, la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, na-na-na-na, la-la-la-la-la-la
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 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 haven
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) la-la-la, na-na-na-na, la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, na-na-na-na, la-la-la-la-la-la
I was raised on a little patch of haven
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) la-la-la, na-na-na-na, la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, na-na-na-na, la-la-la-la-la-la
(Hey) la-la-la, na-na-na-na, la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, na-na-na-na, la-la-la-la-la-la
Wheat fields and old dirt roads
Credits
Writer(s): Owen Riegling
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