Dirt Road - Dustin Lynch

This sure ain’t that little sawmill town

I grew up in, I used to run around

In a hand me down Chevy

This place is high rise heaven

And this sure ain’t that little Main Street drag

With the courthouse square still flying the flag

No it’s a six lane city

Long, long way from little bitty

Yeah, I’m just out here chasing these stars

And sometimes I swear I’m living on Mars

But I grew up on a dirt road

Watching that corn grow

Turning on a pretty thing parked on a turn row

Blowing that Swisher smoke out the window oh

A six pack from the Bi-Lo

And I go back every time I get a minute

The biggest part of me is in them little city limits

Don’t matter where I go

I damn sure let 'em all know

I grew up on a dirt road, a dirt road

I grew up on a dirt road dreaming 'bout making a name

And getting out of dodge and the same ol' same

Graduate and settle down, man I was out of that town

Now I catch myself rewind and reminiscing

'Bout a small town girl and mama’s fried chicken

I can taste it right now

Let me tell you I’m proud

That I grew up on a dirt road

Watching that corn grow

Turning on a pretty thing parked on a turn row

Blowing that Swisher smoke out the window oh

A six pack from the Bi-Lo

And I go back every time I get a minute

The biggest part of me is in them little city limits

Don’t matter where I go

I damn sure let 'em all know

I grew up on a dirt road, a dirt road

I grew up on a dirt road, a dirt road

Yeah, I’m just out here chasing these stars

And sometimes I swear I’m living on Mars

But I grew up on a dirt road

Watching that corn grow

Turning on a pretty thing parked on a turn row

Blowing that Swisher smoke out the window oh

A six pack from the Bi-Lo

And I go back every time I get a minute

The biggest part of me is in them little city limits

Don’t matter where I go

I damn sure let 'em all know

I grew up on a dirt road, a dirt road

I grew up on a dirt road, a dirt road