Right or wrong the life I know was a tin roof and a gravel road
up on a hill where the wind blows
a rusty tractor and a haggard old
scarecrow we got by we got along drank
cheap beer live like a country song might take a sip to pass the time
of my
granddaddy's homemade wine we were breezed on red dirt American pie
backwoods where the eagle flies since
who I am and I don't ask why I don't
ask why we were raised on
the same ground as that big old tree around here
the roots grow deep just like me till
the day I die I thank God I was raised
on it
I was raised on yeah I was raised on
till the day I die and I don't ask
why we had a seat of postmail box with
stick-on letters might have been poor we
didn't know any better looking back now
y'all it's heaven to me *** yourself a
plate let me cut you a piece we were raised on red dirt American pie
backwoods where the eagle flies since
who I am and I don't ask why I don't ask
why we were raised on the same ground as
that big old tree around here the roots
grow deep just like me till the day I
die I thank God I was raised on it I was
raised on
yeah I was raised on till the day I die and I don't ask why
we were raised on shotgun on the 4th of July
amen to the simple life that's who I am and if you ask
why I tell you I was raised on the same ground as that
big old tree around here the roots grow deep just like
me till the day I die I thank God I was raised on it
I was raised on
yeah I was raised on till
the day I die and I don't ask why we were
raised on
raised on
raised on