Spent the summer throwing brim in a red ice chest.
Gave my heart to Jesus in my Sunday best.
Southern rock rolled from my radio each night.
When Freebird fell out of the sky, felt like I lost an old friend of mine.
Saw hate in living color on my TV.
Learned black kids bled red just like me.
Scotts Playboy opened my eyes one afternoon.
I noticed Jennys eyes were blue and Mama prayed for my every move.
When I stop and remember, each moment stands alone.
When I see em all together, Ive been blessed I know.
I guess the Lord must love a dirt road, faded barns and shaded creeks.
And Ive come to think that He loves country boys like me.
A slow sunset can make my day.
Love is more than a yes in a Chevrolet.
John 3:16 still brings me to my knees.
Yeah, I stand here at peace knowing who Ill always be.
When I stop and remember, each moment stands alone.
When I see em all together, Ive been blessed I know.
I guess the Lord must love a dirt road, faded barns and shaded creeks.
And Ive come to think that He loves country boys like me.
I guess the Lord must love a dirt road, faded barns and shaded creeks.
And Ive come to think that He loves country boys like me.
Lord keep smiling down on me and all them country boys like me.