Dirt Road Kid Songtext
von Justin Moore

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.


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.

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.