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