Dirt Road Revival

Title: “Dirt Road Revival”

(Up-tempo, Southern-rockin’ country – think “Hell Yeah” meets “My Town” with a fresh coat of sawdust and whiskey)

[Verse 1]
I was baptized in a creek bank Sunday mornin’
Raised on cornbread and them AM gospel warnings
Daddy said, “Son, keep your boots in the row you’re plowin’”
But Friday night found me downtown howlin’
I traded that straight-and-narrow for a neon halo
Chasin’ whiskey and women down a dead-end trail though
Hit rock bottom somewhere ‘round Tennessee mile marker 109
That’s when Jesus and John Deere both showed up at the same time

[Chorus]
I’m talkin’ ‘bout a dirt road revival
Four-wheel, full-throttle, backwoods Bible
Tailgate preachin’, cold beer baptizin’
Turnin’ this lost boy into a loud boy risin’
Ain’t no steeple, just stars in the sky full
Of redemption and rebellion gettin’ their second wind
Yeah, I got saved on a Friday night
With a Yeti full of Bud Light
That’s my dirt road revival, amen

[Verse 2]
Preacher’s daughter pulled up in a jacked-up Chevy
Said, “Boy, you look like you been dodgin’ the levy
On the wages of sin, better climb in, let’s levy
This ol’ field right here’ll make a perfect sanctuary”
She threw it in park where the cotton used to grow
Cranked up some Hank, let them fireflies steal the show
We danced in the dust where the devil used to keep me
Now there’s a cross made of skid marks where he lost me

[Chorus]
I’m talkin’ ‘bout a dirt road revival
Four-wheel, full-throttle, backwoods Bible
Tailgate preachin’, cold beer baptizin’
Turnin’ this lost boy into a loud boy risin’
Ain’t no stained glass, just a John Deere dashboard glow
But grace still finds you when the moonlight’s low
Yeah, I got saved on a Friday night
With a Yeti full of Bud Light
That’s my dirt road revival, amen

[Bridge]
You don’t need a choir when the crickets harmonize
You don’t need a suit when you’re wearin’ muddy Levi’s
All you need’s a little backroad, a little backslidin’
And a whole lotta God when you come back ridin’

[Final Chorus – half-time, then kick hard]
Yeah, this is my dirt road revival
Raised-hell hallelujah, red-dirt disciple
If you hear banjo and a Bible verse flyin’
That’s just me and the boys testifyin’
From the barstool to the barn, I’ve been set free y’all
By the blood of the Lamb and a fifth of alcohol
Yeah, I got saved on a Friday night
With a Yeti full of Bud Light
That’s my dirt road revival…
Hell yeah, amen

[Tag – big guitars, crowd sing-along]
Dirt road revival… whoo!
Turn me up, Troy, Eddie, let’s go!

(Song ends on a big rebel yell and a revving V8 fading into cricket sounds)

This one’s built to roll down the windows, crack a cold one, and scream every word with 20,000 of your closest friends. Montgomery Gentry would’ve torn the roof off with it.