| www.facebook.com www.truecountry.tv Yellow blue bird on a red clay road, kickin' up a cloud of dust. Burned into my memory like an Arkansas summer sun. Last day of school, kick off your shoes, gonna grab up a fishin' pole. Every boy and girl in this part of the county gonna meet at the swimmin' hole. I'm a dirt road kid, and I'm proud of it. And if you ask me, that's the way everybody 'oughta live. I'm a country boy, born to hunt and fish. Raised way out yonder, it ain't no wonder, I'm a dirt road kid. If I show up at your party in my muddy boots, don't get bent outta shape. Drank a little too much, gettin' loud and rowdy, an' get up in your face. But by the end of the night you'll be a friend of mine and I'll even let you drive my truck. Show you how to pull it out with a winch when you're stuck to the axel studs. I'm a dirt road kid, and I'm proud of it. And if you ask me, that's the way everybody 'oughta live. I'm a country boy, born to hunt and fish. Raised way out yonder, it ain't no wonder, I'm a dirt road kid. When the show is over and the lights go down, don't look for me out on the town, there's just one place I'll be found. I'm a dirt road kid, hell I'm proud of it. And if you ask me, that's the way everybody 'oughta live. I'm a country boy, born to hunt and fish. Raised way out yonder, it ain't no wonder, I'm a dirt road kid. Raised way out yonder, it ain't no wonder, I'm a dirt road kid. |
