Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dustin Lynch
Vocals
Zach Crowell
Programming
Devin Malone
Bass
Scotty Sanders
Pedal Steel Guitar
Ben Caver
Background Vocals
David Garcia
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rhett Akins
Songwriter
Ben Hayslip
Songwriter
David Garcia
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zach Crowell
Producer
Ryan Yount
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jim Cooley
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
This sure ain't that little sawmill town
I grew up in, I used to run around
In a hand-me-down Chevy
This place is high rise heaven
And this sure ain't that little Main Street drag
With the courthouse square still flying the flag
No, it's a six-lane city
Long, long way from little bitty
Yeah, I'm just out here, chasing these stars (chasing these stars)
And sometimes, I swear I'm living on Mars
But I grew up on a dirt road, watching that corn grow
Turning on a pretty thing parked on a turn row
Blowing that Swisher smoke out the window, oh
A six pack from the Bi-Lo
And I go back every time I get a minute
The biggest part of me is in them little city limits
Don't matter where I go
I damn sure let 'em all know
I grew up on a dirt road, a dirt road
I grew up on a dirt road, dreaming 'bout making a name
And getting out of dodge and the same ol' same
Graduate and settle down
Man, I was out of that town
Now I catch myself rewinding, reminiscing
'Bout a small town girl and mama's fried chicken
I can taste it right now (taste it right now)
Let me tell you I'm proud
That I grew up on a dirt road, watching that corn grow
Turning on a pretty thing parked on a turn row
Blowing that Swisher smoke out the window, oh
A six pack from the Bi-Lo
And I go back every time I get a minute
The biggest part of me is in them little city limits
Don't matter where I go
I damn sure let 'em all know
I grew up on a dirt road, a dirt road
I grew up on a dirt road, a dirt road (a dirt road)
Yeah, I'm just out here, chasing these stars (chasing these stars)
And sometimes, I swear I'm living on Mars
But I grew up on a dirt road, watching that corn grow
Turning on a pretty thing parked on a turn row
Blowing that Swisher smoke out the window, oh
A six pack from the Bi-Lo
And I go back every time I get a minute
The biggest part of me is in them little city limits
Don't matter where I go
I damn sure let 'em all know
I grew up on a dirt road, a dirt road
I grew up on a dirt road, a dirt road (a dirt road)
Writer(s): Ben Hayslip, Rhett Akins, David Garcia
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