VERSE 1
Six years old with callused hands
Mud on his boots, got big man plans
Hits that throttle, don’t look back
Born on a mountain, built for the track
Mama’s watching with tears in her eyes
Daddy’s chest swole up with pride
This little boy don’t know his size
He just knows how to ride
CHORUS
He was born for this dirt
Born for this grind
Got an old soul living in a young boy’s mind
From the mountain hollows to the Tulsa lights
Two-time champion, still loves the fight
Red clay running through his veins
Wrestling gold and dirt bike flames
God made him tough and God made him first
This little legend was born for this dirt
VERSE 2
Drove him down to Tulsa town
Nationals calling, word got around
Stepped on that mat, didn’t blink an eye
Same kid who sends that roost flying high
Six years old but he carries ten
Gets knocked down, gets up again
Somewhere between a boy and a legend
This is only the beginning
(CHORUS)
BRIDGE
And I’ll be right there in the stands
Watching God’s work with trembling hands
Son, you don’t know what you already are
A dirt road dream becoming a star
(CHORUS — key change)
OUTRO
Born for this dirt… born for this fight…
Tulsa nights and mountain light…