A pair of worn out boots sit beside his door
He wears them proud and never saddled up before
And he's got a cowboy hat
And his Granddaddy to blame
For a little six string small town fame
But he said some day they'll know my name
Where's that line I'm gonna break it
Take that drive and pray I make it
Those city lights and red dirt roads
Could be much closer
I won't define it
I'll crossover
She's never plowed a field or seen a southern sky
She could never give it all to a dead end nine to five
So she'd pay her tab from a tip jar living out of her car
Just trying to get it right
She said I'll give it all come Friday night
Where's that line I'm gonna break it
Take that drive and pray I make it
Those city lights and red dirt roads
Could be much closer
I won't define it
I'll crossover
He Fought a losing war and his battle scars won't fade
So he turns to telling his story in a dive bar off of Main
And he'll shed and share those same tears as he sings our nations song
For heroes fallen and ones still gone
For the pride and the glory he'll carry on
So where's that line I'm gonna break it
Take that drive and pray I make it
Those city lights and red dirt roads
Could be much closer
Those city lights and red dirt roads
Could be much closer
I won't define it
I'll crossover