Song Red Dirt Road - Brooks, Dunn. I was raised off of Rural Route three. Out past where the blacktop ends. We'd walk to church on Sunday morning. Race barefoot back to Johnson's fence. That's where
, yeah You, you are so special. You have the talent to make me feel like dirt. You, you use your talent to dig me under. And cover me with dirt One who doesn't care. Is one who shouldn't be. I've
She got down on hands and knees, one ear against the ground,. Holding her breath to hear something, but the dirt made not a sound tonight. . Echoes of songs still lurk on distant foreign shores