Black Dirt Red Lyrics

I drank my way through summer
I’m gonna sleep through fall
I ain’t feeling New York City
This bright light life ain’t no bright life at all

Wanna turn this black dirt red
I keep digging, but I can’t find a river bank or old truck Bed
Mama’s talking daddy’s listening Wildflowers in the kitchen
man I’m wishing I could turn this black dirt red

Turn the headlights in the Stars
and that concrete into backroads
Front porch sippin’ while I strum a guitar
Singing about how I miss them Dogwood trees in Caroline
Catfish nipping on my line
cool green grass right beneath my feet

Wanna turn this black dirt red
I keep digging, but I can’t find a river bank or old truck Bed
Mama’s talking daddy’s listening Wildflowers in the kitchen
man I’m wishing I could turn this black dirt red.

When I’m gone
take me home
when I’m gone write my name in stone
and when you lay me to rest

make that black dirt red
it’s who I am who I’ll always be from my first to my last breath
Momma’s talking daddy’s listening small town living is what I’m missing man I’m wishing I could turn this black dirt red
This black dirt red