Kickin’ up dust, trudgin’ through mud Two-steppin’ to that Texas flood These old boots have seen the miles Old and worn but still in style Honky-tonk smoke and a neon glow Whiskey burnin’ deep down low That steel guitar cuts clean and mean Like a memory I ain’t shakin’ free Two-steppin’, line dancin’ Even an old do-si-do Spinnin’ spurs, raisin’ hell Where that red dirt music rolls I was born for this kind of night Where the wrong feels damn near right Barroom queens and faded jeans Stories told and old routines But when that drummer hits the snare Every lonesome soul’s still there Two-steppin’, line dancin’ Even an old do-si-do Spinnin’ spurs, raisin’ hell Where that red dirt music rolls I was born for this kind of night Where the wrong feels damn near right Neon lights and diesel dreams, Outlaw hearts and faded schemes, Every town’s got a stage and song, And I’ve been driftin’ all night long. I’ve chased freedom down a lonesome road, Paid my dues in songs and smoke. Some folks pray, some folks run, Me, I dance beneath the settin’ sun. Two-steppin’, line dancin’ Even an old do-si-do Spinnin’ spurs, raisin’ hell Where that red dirt music rolls I was born for this kind of night Where the wrong feels damn near right Kickin’ up dust till the morning sun Ain’t done dancin’ till the good Lord comes
