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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…