Lyric

Red dirt on my boots

The road I walk is still alive

Dust rising in the truth

The wind says, “Boy, you’re meant to drive.”

Mama told me, “Son, don’t break your stride,”

My destiny is mine to decide

Rusty signs along the line

And from this town, a revival shines

There’s a fire burning bright

Waking up my sleeping light

No turning back tonight—

I’m running through this red-lit night

This is the Red Dirt Revival

A southern-born survival

Kick up the dust and let it roll

Three guitars screaming from the soul

Raise your voice, raise your hand—

We’re still alive, we still stand

Red Dirt Revival!

Light it up across the land!

Old moon hanging low

Dimmer than the neon glow

Whiskey breath and echo calls

Still I’m free between these walls

Highway humming like a roaring train

Wide open doors calling my name

No saints here, just rebel hearts

On red dirt ground we make our start

Flames rising from the ground

Nothing holds us—we’re unbound

Hold tight while wheels spin ’round

This freightline makes a growling sound

This is the Red Dirt Revival

A heartbeat in arrival

Kick up the dust and let it roll

Freedom is our rock ’n’ roll

Raise your voice, raise your hand

Even mud can’t stop our stand

Red Dirt Revival!

Burn it brighter than we planned!

We ain’t angels

We ain’t sinners—

Just a band of stubborn dreamers

Roar again until we’re gone

Southern chains and southern song

Red Dirt Revival!

We rise again, survivors!

Kick up the dust and let it roll

Thunder pounding in our soul

Raise your voice, raise your hand

Make your stand on this red land!

Red Dirt Revival!

Red Dirt Revival!

We were born to take command!