I miss my parents
I still hear their voices in my mind
My mama singing on the porch, my daddy telling stories at dusk
Time passed, the house grew quiet, but their echo
Still guides my steps
This song is for them

I was born in a farmhouse, raised on arid soil
I learned life's hard lessons through years of honest work
My father's hands were calloused, my mother's prayers were strong
This religion of the dirt road is where I belong

It's a baptism on the dirt road, grace of muddy water
This land is my scripture, this plow is my faith
From dust I came and to dust I shall return
But this country heart is the only soul I know

City folk talk about their beautiful and sophisticated dreams
But I have the harvest and these crystal-clear streams
My church has no roof, only the sky above
And the sound of the wind through the pine trees I love

It's a baptism on the dirt road, grace of muddy water

This land is my scripture, this plow is my faith
From dust I came and to dust I shall return

But this country heart is the only soul I know

Some call it simple, I call it blessed
This ground beneath my feet has calmed my soul
No neon distractions, no concrete disguises
Just the truth at dawn and the stars in the sky

Now my children run barefoot where my own feet once ran
This legacy of freedom time cannot erase
Let's keep planting seeds and singing these old songs
Because this life on the dirt road is where we belong
It's a baptism on the dirt road, grace of muddy water

This land is my scripture, this plow is my faith
From dust I came and to dust I shall return
But this country heart is the only soul I know

This country heart is the only soul
The only soul I know
This dirt road baptized me
Guitar and harmonica slowly fade to silence