The Only Red Dirt That Sees Green Is the Music
Performed by Bale Harrison & The Texas Field Hands
The Only Red Dirt That Sees Green – Music and Lyrics by Alan Nafzger
Verse 1
Out here in the heartland, where the red dirt runs deep,
The plows turn the soil, and the cattle roam free.
We ain’t got no city lights, just stars up in the sky,
But there’s somethin’ in the music that’ll make you feel alive.
Pre-Chorus
The crops might be dyin’, the fields are bare,
But the music keeps rollin’, and it’s payin’ our share.
Chorus
‘Cause the only red dirt that sees green is the music,
When that steel guitar’s cryin’, and the fiddles hit the tune.
You can feel it in your boots, man, it’s more than just a sound,
It’s the heartbeat of the land, where the good times come around.
Yeah, the only red dirt that sees green is the music,
And we’re cashin’ in on love and life every time we sing it.
Verse 2
We ain’t got skyscrapers, just a two-lane dusty road,
Where the only stock exchange is the cattle we unload.
But when the band starts playin’ and the dance floor comes alive,
That red dirt turns to greenbacks in the rhythm of the night.
Pre-Chorus
We ain’t chasin’ riches, no big city dreams,
Just a jukebox, a cold beer, and that honky-tonk scene.
Chorus
‘Cause the only red dirt that sees green is the music,
When that steel guitar’s cryin’, and the fiddles hit the tune.
You can feel it in your boots, man, it’s more than just a sound,
It’s the heartbeat of the land, where the good times come around.
Yeah, the only red dirt that sees green is the music,
And we’re cashin’ in on love and life every time we sing it.
Bridge
We don’t need no Wall Street or big fancy things,
Just a front porch and a six-string, that’s all the wealth it brings.
The sound of homegrown music, that’s where we strike it rich,
In this dusty ol’ country, that’s our red dirt pitch.
Chorus
‘Cause the only red dirt that sees green is the music,
When that steel guitar’s cryin’, and the fiddles hit the tune.
You can feel it in your boots, man, it’s more than just a sound,
It’s the heartbeat of the land, where the good times come around.
Yeah, the only red dirt that sees green is the music,
And we’re cashin’ in on love and life every time we sing it.
Outro
So come on, grab your boots, let’s dance under the moon,
In the land of red dirt, where the green comes from the tune.
The farm’s barely holdin’, the harvest is lean,
But the stage lights are shinin’, and that’s where we see green.
The Only Red Dirt That Sees Green Is the Music
by Alan Nafzger (2017)
Out here where the red dirt meets the sky,
Where the plows churn the fields and the cattle roam by,
No city lights to guide us, just the stars on high,
But when the music starts playin’, it’s where our spirits fly.
The crops might be dyin’, the land worn thin,
But the fiddles and steel guitars pull us back in.
We plant hope in the rhythm, let the melody soar,
In this red dirt country, music opens every door.
The only red dirt that sees green is the tune,
Where the steel guitar cries under the big harvest moon.
In the dust and the drought, when the good times seem lean,
It’s the song that’s our wealth, where the green comes unseen.
No skyscrapers tower, just a dusty road,
Where cattle replace the city’s heavy load.
But when the band starts strummin’ and the boots hit the floor,
That red dirt turns to gold, and we ask for nothing more.
We don’t chase riches or Wall Street’s gleam,
Just a cold beer, a front porch, and a honky-tonk dream.
The wealth of this land ain’t measured in gold,
But in every note that’s played and every song that’s told.
The only red dirt that sees green is the sound,
When the music’s alive, and the good times abound.
We cash in on the laughter, the love, and the night,
In this dusty ol’ world, music makes everything right.
So come, grab your boots, let’s dance ‘neath the moon,
In the land where the green comes not from crops, but from tunes.
Though the fields may be barren, the harvest is lean,
The music keeps shinin’ – that’s where we’ve seen green.
Originally posted 2019-09-11 14:11:01.
