Текст песни
The screen door creaks, it swings too slow,
Sunlight spills where the cotton rows grow
A rusted mailbox leans on one side,
Mama’s voice calls, “Supper’s inside”
Red dirt roads, where the stories lie,
Under Alabama’s wide-open sky
Tracks of dust, and hearts that roam,
Red dirt roads, they always lead you home
Tire swings hang from an old oak tree,
The river runs lazy, wild, and free
Gravel crunches beneath my boots,
The smell of sweet magnolia roots
Red dirt roads, where the stories lie,
Under Alabama’s wide-open sky
Tracks of dust, and hearts that roam,
Red dirt roads, they always lead you home
Every step’s a memory, every turn’s a song,
The good and the bad, where we all belong
The whispers of the past, in the warm night air,
If you listen close, they’ll meet you there
Red dirt roads, where the stories lie,
Under Alabama’s wide-open sky
Tracks of dust, and hearts that roam,
Red dirt roads, they always lead you home
