Red Dirt Country

Many folks have memories About the red dirt where they live Some poor as little church mice They learned in life to forgive Old red dirt barn’s too bring memories A building folks couldn’t do without Trying hard to scrape out a living Hard work was never a doubt The beautiful prickly red dirt cactus Does kinda parallel the way of life Thorns poking you ‘round every corner Men just trying to feed kids and wife Generation after generation Has loved the red dirt country So beautiful is the landscape It’s been a faithful home for me I have a lifetime of Red Dirt memories Some good and yes, some bad But you know, I’ll treasure them forever It’s the only life I’ve had!