Daddy said, “Girl, you better hold on tight,” Mama said, “That horse’ll change your life.” Turns out they were both dead right, I found myself beneath those arena lights. Got a little dust on my old blue jeans, A little more grit than I probably need, But give me a horse and an open gate, Honey, I was born for a night like this. I ain’t chasing diamonds, I ain’t chasing fame, Just give me ten good reasons To run that horse again. I come alive where the dirt flies, Heart wide open underneath those arena lights. Let him run, let him roll, Let him bury that stop down deep in my soul. Yeah, I like my dreams a little wild, My boots worn out and my horses fired. Some girls want diamonds shining bright— I want dirt flying Friday night. Yeah, that’s my kind of life… Where the dirt flies. Spent my paycheck before it ever came, Feed-store receipt with my whole damn name. Got more tack than I’ve got sense, And another entry fee just paid the rent. But when we circle fast, then slow it down, And that whole damn arena quits making a sound, There ain’t enough money in this world To buy that feeling for this horse-crazy girl. Call me stubborn, call me crazy, Either one’s probably right. But you’ll know exactly where to find me Come Saturday night. I come alive where the dirt flies, Heart wide open underneath those arena lights. Let him run, let him roll, Let him bury that stop down deep in my soul. Yeah, I like my dreams a little wild, My boots worn out and my horses fired. Some girls want diamonds shining bright— I want dirt flying Friday night. Yeah, that’s my kind of life… Where the dirt flies. I’ve hit the ground. I’ve missed the mark. I’ve cried alone beside that trailer in the dark. But every bruise, every mile, every long damn ride Was worth it for the fire I feel inside. So open that gate… Baby, let us fly. I COME ALIVE WHERE THE DIRT FLIES, Reins in my hand and fire in my eyes. Let him run, let him roll, Then sit down deep and let that good horse go. I like my dreams a little wild, A little hard-earned, country-mile style. You can keep those diamonds shining bright— Give me dirt flying Friday night! That’s love. That’s freedom. That’s my kind of high. If you’re looking for me… I’ll be where the dirt flies.
