I grew up wild and I grew up true A town most folks just drive throughWe'd sit out by the *** on a night when the air was warmMama was an angel, daddy was the same When the lights cut offI could sneak out late to a spot on the west side, baby, nobody knewCome and find me, down where the tree line ends and the cattails growWe can be free, living our dreams out, singing to the radioI was raised on a little patch of heaven, wheat fields and old dirt roadsWhere the tin roof sings, the whole ***n thing shakes when the cold wind blowsWell, it ain't all sunshines and rainbows, hard times we all knowBut I go back in a minute to the land of the wicked, wheat fields and old dirt roadsLa-da-da, na-na-na-na-naI spent some time in a corner barPlaying for keeps with this old guitarAnd it was worth every minute when I heard those people singIt's a long road home, but now I seeWhat them old times meant to meSo when I get back, crack a bottle of JackYou know where I'll be, you can find meDown where the tree line ends and the cattails growWe can be free, living our dreams out, singing to the radioI was raised on a little patch of heaven, wheat fields and old dirt roadsWhere the tin roof sings, the whole ***n thing shakes when the cold wind blowsWell, it ain't all sunshines and rainbows, hard times we all knowBut I go back in a minute to the land of the wicked, wheat fields and old dirt roadsLa-da-da, na-na-na-na-naLa-da, na-na-na-na, na-na-na-naLa-da-da, na-na-na-na-naLa-da, na-na-na, na-na-na-naI was raised on a little patch of heavenWheat fields and old dirt roadsWhere the tin roof sings the whole ***n thingShakes when the cold wind blowsWell, it ain't all sunshines and rainbowsHard times, we all knowBut I go back in a minute to the landOf the wicked wheat fields and old dirt roadsI go back in a minute to the landOf the wicked wheat fields and old dirt roadsLa-da-da-na-na-naWheat fields and old dirt roads