Dirt Road Dreams

T.Jones Did It I got mud tires spinnin', cold steel grippin' Country boy bars with that shotgun spittin' Holler boy pride with a outlaw heart From a one-lane road to the Billboard charts Still burnin' gas on that red clay track Turned dirt road dreams to a platinum plaque Ain't no slowin' down, I was built to last, Country boy cookin' up beats and that bassline slap I was born in the sticks where the porch light gleams Mama prayed hard, Daddy chased them schemes Friday nights meant mud on my jeans Jack in my cup and a truck full of dreams Fifteen years old with a pawn shop mic Freestylin' in the barn 'til the stars shined bright Spit flame flows with a rebel's grin Turned my notebook bars to a backyard spin Fast forward now, I'm rollin' clean Rims still muddy but the paint job gleam Mic in the glove box, boots on the dash I rap like thunder when that bassline smash I got mud tires spinnin', cold steel grippin', Country boy bars with that shotgun spittin' Holler boy pride with a outlaw heart, From a one-lane road to the Billboard charts Still burnin' gas on that red clay track, Turned dirt road dreams to a platinum plaque Ain't no slowin' down, I was built to last Country boy cookin' up beats and that bassline slap Back when the rent hit hard and the tank ran dry I wrote my rhymes by a fire outside Hustled through fields just to stack my pay Sellin' scrap metal for a gig next day Promoters laughed when I spit my sound Said a country boy rapper won't ever come 'round But I played them shows with a boot-stomp grin Now their speakers shake when my bars cut in My truck's still scratched from them old back roads But the songs I wrote turned gravel to gold Now I roll up slow with a southern grin I earned my crown from the dirt I'm in I got mud tires spinnin', cold steel grippin' Country boy bars with that shotgun spittin' Holler boy pride with a outlaw heart From a one-lane road to the Billboard charts Still burnin' gas on that red clay track Turned dirt road dreams to a platinum plaque Ain't no slowin' down, I was built to last Country boy cookin' up beats and that bassline slap Light Show Baby