Dirt Road Kid

Yellow blue bird on a red clay road, kickin' up a cloud of dust.

Burned into my memory like an Arkansas summer sun.

Last day of school, kick off your shoes, gonna grab up a fishin' pole.

Every boy and girl in this part of the county gonna meet at the swimmin' hole.

I'm a dirt road kid, and I'm proud of it.

And if you ask me, that's the way everybody oughta live.

I'm a country boy, born to hunt and fish.

Raised way out yonder, it ain't no wonder, I'm a dirt road kid.

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If I show up at your party in my muddy boots, don't get bent outta shape.

Drank a little too much, gettin' loud and rowdy, an' get up in your face.

But by the end of the night you'll be a friend of mine and I'll even let you drive my truck.

Show you how to pull it out with a winch when you're stuck to the axel studs.

I'm a dirt road kid, and I'm proud of it.

And if you ask me, that's the way everybody oughta live.

I'm a country boy, born to hunt and fish.

Raised way out yonder, it ain't no wonder, I'm a dirt road kid.

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When the show is over and the lights go down,

Don't look for me out on the town,

There's just one place I'll be found.

I'm a dirt road kid, hell I'm proud of it.

And if you ask me, that's the way everybody oughta live.

I'm a country boy, born to hunt and fish.

Raised way out yonder, it ain't no wonder, I'm a dirt road kid.

Raised way out yonder, it ain't no wonder, I'm a dirt road kid.