[Intro]
Turn it up
Let it bang
Mud on the tires
Gold on the chain
[Verse 1]
Got that small-town chip on my shoulder
Rust on the Ford, heart getting colder
Boots on the pedals, dust in the mirror
Granddad’s cross hanging, swinging nearer
Mama in the kitchen, bills on the table
Daddy worked late just to keep on cable
Now I’m 2AM, out running these plans
Half prayer, half flex, both hands on the wheel again
[Chorus]
Turn it up, let the dirt road sing
Country boy talking with a backbeat swing
Heartbreak, whiskey, tattoos, scars
Screaming my name at a sky full of stars
Hands up high, yeah we came from the cracks
Turn it up loud till the past turns black
This that mud-caked, full-tank anthem
Dirt road anthems, dirt road anthems
[Verse 2]
[low vocal register] Yeah
I was raised on hymns and a warning
Now it’s late-night shows, early-cold mornings
Phone full of calls from the ones that doubted
Now they front row, drunk, screaming about it
Tailgate throne, I’m the king of the outcasts
Raps in a notebook, pain from the past
Mix that drawl with a downtown cadence
Turn my demons to a whole crowd’s favorite
[Bridge]
[half-sung] I ain’t city, I ain’t straight-up country
I’m somewhere between broke and lucky
Gas light on but the vibe so strong
If we run out now, we’ll just finish this song
[guitar solo]
[Chorus]
[Chorus]