Gas station, biscuit thermos, a Swiss mess
caught a sunrise in a tree stand.
Mama's boots, wearing three socks,
tracking a buck on a deer cam.
Easy to miss but hard to forget
those four-wheeler hard right turns.
Out of all the roads you've taken in life,
make sure
that some of them are dirt.
Talking with your dad,
Sunday this and that,
bare feet on the
creek bank reeling in that big bass.
You thought you'd never hook,
funny how rear view look,
shows you just how good he had it.
So out of all the roads you take on God's green earth,
make sure some of them are dirt.
All in the garden,
farm all parked and ripping red tomatoes right off the vine.
Talking about
the Bible,
living like the gospel,
every day's a great day to be alive.
Holding that plow
hands,
ain't afraid to work in the Tennessee mud.
The things you learn in the dirt.
Talking
with your dad,
Sunday this and that,
bare feet on the creek bank reeling in that big
bass.
You thought you'd never hook,
funny how rear view look,
shows you just how good he had it.
Out of all the roads you take on God's green earth,
make sure some of them are dirt.
Some of them are dirt,
knee deep in that hydrangea flower bed.
Nana and you,
watching the blues turn to pink as that sun sets.
In the dirt,
talking with your dad,
Sunday this and that,
bare feet on the creek bank reeling in that big bass.
You thought you'd never hook,
funny how rear view look,
shows you just how good he had it.
So out of all the roads you take on God's green earth,
make sure some of them have cuts of
vines and red birds in the curves.
In the dirt.
In
the dirt.