There's Alabama pines
Neath a God painted sky
Where it's front porches, huntin mornings and Friday night lights
I put some miles on these boots
But no matter what I do
There's a part of me that ain't far away in that rear view
Cause these roots run deep
Ain't something I can hide
And even when I leave
I can't help that I
Hold open every door
Hold a cold beer in my hand
Say grace and thank the Lord
Say yes sir and yes ma'am
Be proud of that map dot small town that raised me up
Oh tell me how could I not
When that's the dirt I came from
It's where I got this southern drawl
Heard my first country song
Learned how to dip and how to kiss and not get caught
Cause these root run deep
Ain't something I can hide
And even when I leave
I can't help that I
Hold open every door
Hold a cold beer in my hand
Say grace and thank the Lord
Say yes sir and yes ma'am
Be proud of that map dot small town that raised me up
Oh tell me how could I not
When that's the dirt I came from
When it's my time to go
To that place up high
I'll walk the streets of gold
And they'll all know why I
Hold open every door
Hold a cold beer in my hand
Say grace and thank the Lord
Say yes sir and yes ma'am
Be proud of that map dot small town that raised me up
Oh tell me how could I not
When that's the dirt I came from
The dirt that I came from
Yeah, that's the dirt I came from
The dirt that I came from
Yeah, that's the dirt I came from
The dirt that I came from
Yeah, that's the dirt I came from
The dirt that I came from
Yeah, that's the dirt I came from
