[Verse]
Dirt roads red clay boots worn thin
Holler echoes through the wind
Mama’s hands calloused by ten
Daddy’s dreams in a rusted tin shed
[Verse 2]
Whiskey breath tales whiskey tears
Dust settles down through the years
Empty pockets full of fears
But there's pride that always steers
[Chorus]
Down in Broken Bow we rise
Ain't got much but these starry skies
Crops fail and the preacher cries
But this dirt’s our song our ties
[Verse 3]
Cornfields whisper tales of old
Ghosts of dreams that never sold
Through the cracks our stories told
In broken boards and heartbeats bold
[Bridge]
Summer sweats and winter cold
These hands they work till they fold
Yet there's gold in the tales retold
In the fields where we grow old
[Chorus]
Down in Broken Bow we rise
Ain't got much but these starry skies
Crops fail and the preacher cries
But this dirt’s our song our ties