I like the way them old boots feel, I like the way black coffee tastes, I like fresh cut soybean fields, cold beer on a Saturday round here, I ain't no interstate, when you sit shotgun you close the gate, I'm stubborn as my granddad's mule, wild as wild turkey too, apples don't fall far from trees round here, wanna know where this boy's coming from, you gotta know where this boy came from, it's gonna take some time and an old John Deere, if you wanna see where I belong, where they'll bury this boy's bones, where this rebel soul calls home, you gotta go where the dirt road don't, I like the way your hand holds mine, middle of the bench with your hair pulled back, listen to Don singing Tulsa time, where we're going ain't on the map, got a place you need to see baby, if you wanna know more about me, I'm stubborn as my granddad's mule, wild as wild turkey too, apples don't fall far from trees round here, wanna know where this boy's coming from, you gotta know where this boy came from, it's gonna take some time and an old John Deere, if you wanna see where I belong, where they'll bury this boy's bones, where this rebel soul calls home, you gotta go where the dirt road don't, dirt road don't, part of me is saying this place, it'll always be that way, I'm stubborn as my granddad's mule, wild as wild turkey too, apples don't fall far from trees round here, wanna know where this boy's coming from, you gotta know where this boy came from, it's gonna take some time and an old John Deere, if you wanna see where I belong, where they'll bury this boy's bones, where this rebel soul calls home, you gotta go where the dirt road don't, dirt road don't