Sun sink low on a gravel road, Boots kick dust where the wild weeds grow, Got your name carved in an old fence line, Ain’t much gold, but you’re all mine. Rusty truck and a crooked grin, Cheap red wine in a mason tin, Ain’t no city lights above, Just stars and this dusty love. Dusty love, make it rise, make it burn, Spin me slow while the banjo turns, Clap that fire, let the heel toes strike, Desert hearts on a midnight ride. Dusty love, say my name real low, Like a backroad secret nobody knows, Stomp that ground, let the sparks all fly, We don’t live — we just burn all night. Banjo cry and a Spanish flame, Your skirt sways like a desert rain, Barefoot dancing on broken ground, Hearts beat hard to that outlaw sound. Hands all rough but they hold you tight, Fire in your eyes in the pale moonlight, We ain’t rich but we got enough, Burnin’ slow in this dusty love. Dusty love, make it rise, make it burn, Spin me slow while the banjo turns, Clap that fire, let the heel toes strike, Desert hearts on a midnight ride. Dusty love, say my name real low, Like a backroad secret nobody knows, Stomp that ground, let the sparks all fly, We don’t live — we just burn all night. If the wind takes it all away, And the fields all turn to gray, I’ll still find you through the smoke and mud, Swear on blood, this dusty love. Dusty love, make it rise, make it burn, Spin me slow while the banjo turns, Clap that fire, let the heel toes strike, Desert hearts on a midnight ride. Dusty love, say my name real low, Like a backroad secret nobody knows, Stomp that ground, let the sparks all fly, We don’t live — we just burn all night.
