Another day, another dollar

another dreaming 'bout the holler

I'd be lying if I said it wasn't bothering me

The grass is greener, maybe so, but I ain't seen it

'Cept the couple weeds peeking

through the cracks in the concrete

Sweet Virginia, come sing my song

Take me back to where I belong

I need some sane for my crazy and a foot on the gas

I need a shotgun baby with a dog in the back

I need a whole lotta nothing with some dust on my boots

I need a little red dirt for my blacktop blues

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Gonna find my religion in some back porch picking

Do some blue cat fishing on a muddy bank

Watch the sun fall down through thе pines

Yeah, the city skylinе just ain't the same

I need some sane for my crazy and a foot on the gas

I need a shotgun baby with a dog in the back

I need a whole lotta nothing with some dust on my boots

I need a little red dirt for my blacktop blues

Sweet Virginia, come sing my song

Take me back to where I belong

I need some sane for my crazy and a foot on the gas

I need a shotgun baby with a dog in the back

I need a whole lotta nothing with some dust on my boots

I need a little red dirt for my blacktop blues

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I need a little red dirt for my blacktop blues

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Mm