[Intro]
Yeah…
Turn it up loud enough to shake the dust loose
This one’s for the broke-down dreamers and the backroad truth
[Verse 1]
Got a Marlboro moon burnin’ over county lines
FM radio hummin’ old George Jones tonight
Beer signs buzzin’ in a nowhere bar
Pickup full of sinners underneath the stars
Daddy worked himself down to the bone
Mama prayed hard we’d find our way home
But small-town living’ll carve a man in stone
So I learned real young how to ride alone
[Pre-Chorus]
Now the tires sing
And the dashboard glows
Ain’t much left
But where else to go?
[Chorus]
We were raised on gravel roads and rodeos
Cheap whiskey nights and hand-me-down hopes
Busted hearts, six strings, and runaway dreams
Tryin’ to outrun what the world made me
Yeah the good die young and the wild ones don’t
So we light one up for the ones we won’t
See again down here below
On gravel roads and rodeos
[Verse 2]
Saw a preacher’s son get hauled away
Saw a factory die and the town decay
Saw lovers turn strangers overnight
Saw hard men break when the money got tight
But Friday night still rolls around
Steel guitar cryin’ through this old town
And for a few hours we still believe
There’s somethin’ bigger than what we see
[Pre-Chorus]
When the drums kick in
And the bar room glows
You can almost forget
What everybody knows
[Chorus]
We were raised on gravel roads and rodeos
Cheap whiskey nights and hand-me-down hopes
Busted hearts, six strings, and runaway dreams
Tryin’ to outrun what the world made me
Yeah the good die young and the wild ones don’t
So we light one up for the ones we won’t
See again down here below
On gravel roads and rodeos
[Bridge]
So if you came here lookin’ for a polished lie
This ain’t that kind of Friday night
This is rust and blood and southern rain
Honky-tonk hearts and a whole lotta pain
[Final Chorus]
Yeah we were raised on gravel roads and rodeos
Bonfire souls and broke-down homes
Still got faith in a jukebox song
Even when everything’s gone wrong
Yeah the world keeps turnin’ and the river rolls
Through the saints and thieves and the worn-out souls
Still chasin’ ghosts we used to know
Out on gravel roads and rodeos