Verse 1 Packed up that fall, that old Ford heavy and slow, Three kids half-asleep while the taillights kissed the snow. Left a northern little house where our names lived in the grain, Drove south with whispered prayers and a backseat full of change. Pre-Chorus Funny how a front door can hold on that tight, Even when you're just tryin’ to do what feels right. Chorus Got that Minnesota dust still clingin’ to me, Roots run deep even when you think you're breakin’ free. But that Oklahoma red dirt gave us room to learn— Raised a family on the warmth of ten years to burn. And I’d take that drive again with the fear and the fight, ’Cause that little house held our whole damn life. Verse 2 Red dirt mornings, kids laughin’ loud in the hall, We patched the roof, fixed the porch, held together through it all. Money came slow, but the moments came fast, Some memories fade, but those ones—they last. Pre-Chorus You can repaint the walls and sell off the key, But the echoes of growing up never leave. Chorus Got that Minnesota dust still clingin’ to me, Can't outrun the places where you learned who you’d be. But that Oklahoma sunlight watched our world take its turn— Lit the spark of a decade with ten years to burn. And I'd walk through that door again, old floorboards worn, Just to hear small footsteps at six in the morn’. Bridge — Soft, Heartfelt Some nights the wind hits right and the past blows through, Lilacs in the window, kids’ drawings in blue. Life’s a long crooked road that don’t warn when it turns— But that house taught me love, taught me what a heart learns. Final Chorus Got that Minnesota dust still clingin’ to me, A reminder of beginnings and the pull of old trees. But that Oklahoma red dirt held the dreams we’d earn Built our story slow and steady with ten years to burn. Yeah, the world moved on, but a part of me stays, On that little patch of ground where my kids spent their days. Outro From the northern winds to the warm-state glow, Home’s not a place—it's the years where you grow. And I still feel the pull with every memory’s return… To that house where my kids had ten years to burn.
