Dirt Track Dreams

Red clay flying, tires spinning wide,

Underneath the floodlit southern sky.

The roar of the engines, the smell of the grease,

Saturday night, that's where I find my peace.

Heart beats like a piston, running strong,

This dirt track's been my home all along.

Dirt track racing, bass fishing,

Living life the way I'm wishing.

Good ole country boy, that's my name,

Simple pleasures, no need for fame.

Mud on my boots, sun on my face,

I wouldn't trade a thing about this place.

Dawn breaks easy on the river bend,

Rod in hand, where the quiet won't end.

Casting my line, hoping for a bite,

Lost in the ripples, bathed in the light.

Big bass pulling, feels like a fight,

But that's the thrill that gets me through the night.

The city's noise, it don’t call my name,

This country road keeps me in the game.

Dirt track racing, bass fishing,

Living life the way I'm wishing.

Good ole country boy, that's my name,

Simple pleasures, no need for fame.

Mud on my boots, sun on my face,

I wouldn't trade a thing about this place.

Oil-stained hands and a tackle box,

A life of work, but I don't watch the clock.

The open road, the whispering trees,

This small-town life’s just enough for me.