Me and my brother, we were young and wild
Lord, we sure wanted to be like him
We sure liked his style
He was our first hero, and he was kind you see
And Daddy taught us well
How to tote a gun, how to ride like a cowboy
How to hunt like an Indian
How to be a rebel, and how to be free
How to be a southern boy, and a southern man
And how to make a livin using your two hands
How to do most anything just to get by
And that was life
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Down on a Dirt road, where things don't change
And everyone still knows your name
You've got a place to call home, and you've got place to hide
You've got a land you love and a name to be proud of
And you've got the address to the Good Lord up above
There ain't much more you could ever ask for
When you're born down on a dirt road
I still talk to mama sometimes on the phone
She always wants to know when I'm coming in
Son when you coming home
Lord boy I miss ya, and I miss your smile
So talk to God, Son, when you lie down in bed
And thank the Good Lord up above for the woman that you wed
Boy she's an angel and that's plain to see
So talk to God, and treat her good
And take your life easy boy, just like your daddy would
And oh yeah son don't forget your dreams
That you dreamed
Chorus
So from Cypress Bottom on down to Summerfield
Lisbon, Athens, Homer, Junction, and Haynesville
That ol bayou country is where I long to be
Cruising down a lake road blastin my country sound
Louisiana and I got my windows down
Lord it feels so good just to be free
And to be me
Chorus
I was born down on a dirt road
Lord knows