Dirtroad maded

Intro

Its blackwill dirt road made, you know how we do it country boy swag!

I’m a small-town country boy, dirt road made,

Bonfire nights where the memories fade.

Cold beer in my hand, just a simple parade,

Life slow as molasses, that’s how I’m laid.

Raised in the South where the dirt roads wind,

Creeks run deep, secrets left behind.

Boots muddy, heart clean, soul unrefined,

Country roots thick, like kudzu entwined.

I’m a small-town country boy, dirt road made,

Bonfire nights where the memories fade.

Cold beer in my hand, just a simple parade,

Life slow as molasses, that’s how I’m laid.

Sweet tea in a jar, southern girls so fine,

Tailgate throne under Arkansas pines.

Cold beer’s the sermon, we all align,

Faith in the stars, no need for a sign.

Friday night football game, Saturday watching them Razorbacks, Sunday routing for the Cowboys, Aunt Mary Sunday dinner. Life with my daughter Dash only god knows that my life made.

I’m a small-town country boy, dirt road made,

Bonfire nights where the memories fade.

Cold beer in my hand, just a simple parade,

Life slow as molasses, that’s how I’m laid.

Dust in my veins, moonshine for the soul,

Living off the land, never needed no control.

The road may be rough, but it keeps me whole,

Dirt road made, where the story’s told.

I’m a small-town country boy, dirt road made,

Bonfire nights where the memories fade.

Cold beer in my hand, just a simple parade,

Life slow as molasses, that’s how I’m laid.

Country boy swag.its blackwill!