Verse 1 Sun’s comin’ up and that Ford’s already rumblin’, Flag on the tailgate in the breeze straight tumblin’. Boots hit the gravel with a ready-to-ride beat, Got that small-town pride burnin’ hot in the heat. Radio’s blastin’ freedom like a lit fuse line, And this country boy’s heartbeat keeps perfect time. Chorus We’re red dirt, red heart, American proud, Where the guitars growl heavy and the crowd gets loud. Stars and stripes higher than the smoke stack’s climb, Yeah, we stand for that anthem every single time. From the backroads wild to the courthouse yard— We’re red dirt, red heart… born free, built hard. Verse 2 Bar lights flick on as the sun hits the west, Cowboy hats lined up, Sunday best meets the rest. Talk faith over beer, talk dreams ’til it’s late, But we all say grace ’cause that’s how we were raised. Ain’t afraid of workin’ or speakin’ our mind, But we’ll lend you a hand if you fall behind. Chorus We’re red dirt, red heart, American proud, Where the guitars growl heavy and the crowd gets loud. Stars and stripes higher than the smoke stack’s climb, Yeah, we stand for that anthem every single time. From the backroads wild to the courthouse yard— We’re red dirt, red heart… born free, built hard. (Bridge) From the Midwest fields to the Southern pines, There’s a fire in our boots, runs deep in our lines. Patriot soul with a steel-toed grin, If freedom’s on the line, we’re goin’ all in. (Verse 3) Fourth of July’s lightin’ up this town, Kids on shoulders, fireworks rainin’ down. And that flag waves steady in the summer night air— Country strong, standin’ tall, everywhere. (Final Chorus) We’re red dirt, red heart, American made, With a red-white-blue spirit that’ll never fade. Raise your glass to the ones who keep us free, To the boots in the dust and the home of the brave we see. Yeah, we roar like thunder when the spotlight starts— We’re red dirt, red heart… Born free, built hard…
