Texas Sky, Texas Dirt

Lyrics

Texas Sky, Texas Dirt
Dirt Road Gospel Music
DirtRoadGospelMusic.com

[Verse 1]
Panhandle mornings, wind cuts through your shirt
Gravel road school bus kicking up the dirt
Mama in the kitchen with the radio low
Coffee in a thermos, said “boy, it’s time to go”

Cotton fields shining in that early light
Grain elevator like a tower in the sky
Friday night lights on a two-lane road
Whole town praying for another first down, go

[Pre-Chorus]
We didn’t have much but a hand-me-down truck
And a backyard full of dreams in the dust
Every sunset felt like God signed His name
On that flat-line horizon just the same

[Chorus]
Texas sky, wide and wild over me
Texas dirt on these old boots and jeans
Grew up where the storm clouds learn to fly
Where the wind sings howling lullabies
From Amarillo down to where the highways blur
I’m made of Texas sky and Texas dirt

[Verse 2]
Learned how to drive in a pasture rut
Twelve years old, barely high enough
Dad on the tailgate teaching me the gears
Said “there’s more than just miles to measure your years”

Church on Sunday in a metal building
Preacher sweating through a worn-out feeling
Talking ‘bout grace and a rugged cross
We sang off-key but we never felt lost

[Pre-Chorus]
We didn’t have much but a beat-up guitar
And a radio preacher reaching through the stars
Every thunderhead rolling off the plain
Sounded like a promise wrapped in rain

[Chorus]
Texas sky, wide and wild over me
Texas dirt on these old boots and jeans
Grew up where the storm clouds learn to fly
Where the wind sings howling lullabies
From Amarillo down to where the highways blur
I’m made of Texas sky and Texas dirt

[Bridge]
Some folks leave and swear they’re never coming back
Trade that red clay dust for a cul-de-sac
But I hear that wind when the city gets loud
And I smell that rain when the clouds roll out

I see a rust-red sun sinking low
Over fence posts lined like an old zip code
No matter how far these wheels might turn
I’m still Texas sky and Texas dirt

[Final Chorus]
Texas sky, wide and wild over me
Texas dirt on these scarred hands and sleeves
Grew up where the storm clouds learn to fly
Where the wind sings howling lullabies
From the Panhandle down to where the long roads curve
I’m made of Texas sky and Texas dirt

[Outro]
Yeah I’m made of Texas sky and Texas dirt
Always will be Texas sky and Texas dirt