[Intro – spoken, Southern drawl] Yeah… Back when the radio had a little twang in it …we just added a beat to it [Chorus – 90’s country melody] Got dust on my boots and rhythm in my soul Little bit of country, little rock and roll Back porch pickin’ with a beat down low Let that old road take me where I wanna go Yeah we ride through the pines, slow groove sound From a gravel road to the edge of town Raise ‘em up, let the good times play Like a Friday night back in ‘98 [Verse 1 – laid-back rap] I was raised on a dirt road, hand-me-down Ford AM dial playing songs from the Lord Mama in the kitchen, daddy working late Life moved slow but it always felt great Front yard ball til the sun went down Then we’d all pile up and head into town Bonfire crackin’, folks laughing loud Ain’t nothing changed, just a different sound now I still got that same old swing in my step Just add a little bounce and a hi-hat set From the old wood porch to the modern beat Still the same damn heart when I move my feet [Pre-Chorus – melodic lift] Steel guitar crying in the summer air Feel that rhythm running everywhere Yeah the past and present finally meet When the boots hit time with the backbeat [Chorus] Got dust on my boots and rhythm in my soul Little bit of country, little rock and roll Back porch pickin’ with a beat down low Let that old road take me where I wanna go Yeah we ride through the pines, slow groove sound From a gravel road to the edge of town Raise ‘em up, let the good times play Like a Friday night back in ‘98 [Verse 2 – rap, nostalgic + fun] Tape deck rewind, hear it click real slow Windows rolled down, let the night breeze blow Girl in the seat with her feet on the dash Laughin’ like we ain’t got a worry or cash County line dancing, sneakers and boots Mixing up styles, breaking old roots Didn’t know then we were making a lane Now everybody tryna ride that same train Got a cooler in the back and a dream up front Little bit of hustle but a whole lotta want I ain’t chasing fame, just a feeling inside That small-town rhythm you just can’t hide [Bridge – country harmony + rhythm] Yeah the fiddle plays soft while the bassline bumps Hearts beat steady like the kick drum thumps We don’t gotta choose, we can be both things A little hip-hop sway with a backroad swing [Break – emotional 90’s style] Mama smiled when she heard that sound Said “boy you still got your roots in the ground” I said “yeah ma, just a different beat” Same old soul in a new backbeat [Final Chorus – bigger harmony] Got dust on my boots and rhythm in my soul Little bit of country, little rock and roll Back porch pickin’ with a beat down low Let that old road take me where I wanna go Yeah we ride through the pines, slow groove sound From a gravel road to the edge of town Raise ‘em up, let the good times play Like a Friday night back in ‘98 [Outro – soft, spoken fade] Yeah… Still country… Just got a little groove to it now
