Roads & Rodeos

Yeah…

Turn it up loud enough to shake the dust loose

This one’s for the broke-down dreamers and the backroad truth

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

Now the tires sing

And the dashboard glows

Ain’t much left

But where else to go?

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

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

When the drums kick in

And the bar room glows

You can almost forget

What everybody knows

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

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

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