I grew up wild and I grew up true A town most folks just drive through
We'd sit out by the *** on a night when the air was warm
Mama was an angel, daddy was the same When the lights cut off
I could sneak out late to a spot on the west side, baby, nobody knew
Come and find me, down where the tree line ends and the cattails grow
We can be free, living our dreams out, singing to the radio
I was raised on a little patch of heaven, wheat fields and old dirt roads
Where the tin roof sings, the whole ***n thing shakes when the cold wind blows
Well, it ain't all sunshines and rainbows, hard times we all know
But I go back in a minute to the land of the wicked, wheat fields and old dirt roads
La-da-da, na-na-na-na-na
I spent some time in a corner bar
Playing for keeps with this old guitar
And it was worth every minute when I heard those people sing
It's a long road home, but now I see
What them old times meant to me
So when I get back, crack a bottle of Jack
You know where I'll be, you can find me
Down where the tree line ends and the cattails grow
We can be free, living our dreams out, singing to the radio
I was raised on a little patch of heaven, wheat fields and old dirt roads
Where the tin roof sings, the whole ***n thing shakes when the cold wind blows
Well, it ain't all sunshines and rainbows, hard times we all know
But I go back in a minute to the land of the wicked, wheat fields and old dirt roads
La-da-da, na-na-na-na-na
La-da, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na
La-da-da, na-na-na-na-na
La-da, na-na-na, na-na-na-na



I was raised on a little patch of heaven
Wheat fields and old dirt roads
Where the tin roof sings the whole ***n thing
Shakes when the cold wind blows
Well, it ain't all sunshines and rainbows
Hard times, we all know
But I go back in a minute to the land
Of the wicked wheat fields and old dirt roads
I go back in a minute to the land
Of the wicked wheat fields and old dirt roads
La-da-da-na-na-na
Wheat fields and old dirt roads