Paroles Dirt wrote Brantley Gilbert

Dirt wrote

It was that red sun setting
That Texaco unleaded
Hey y'all where y'all heading on the CB
It was that right turn off main
To a one lane no name
And the right song from Hank on a CD
We'd park it and drink in that leftover tractor dust
Yeah, that was us

Living out the stories that the dirt wrote, all over town
Every Friday night them 4-wheel drives were riding around
Out on them dirt roads
With that dust clouds kickin' you were right there with me
Living out the stories that the dirt wrote

It was that throttle on the floor
Of that box body Ford
With my queen on the bench seat beside me
It was that drive baby, drive
You trying not to smile
With a sky full of blue lights behind me
Thinking them three little words that I never said
Probably shoulda said
Living out the stories that the dirt wrote, all over town
Every Friday night them 4-wheel drives were riding around
Out on them dirt roads
With that dust clouds kickin' you were right there with me
Living out the stories that the dirt wrote

How many cold beers and reds
Good times, regrets
And memories can fit in a rear view

Living out the stories that the dirt wrote, all over town
Every Friday night them 4-wheel drives were riding around
Out on them dirt roads
With that dust clouds kickin' you were right there with me
Living out the stories that the dirt wrote
Living out the stories that the dirt wrote