I've heard people say they can't stand it here
But come runnin' back after a couple of years
It's funny how you can't forget where you're from
Well I was raised on the banks of that Neuse River Basin
Been doin' my best to get the dreams I'm chasin'
But that big city life just ain't for me
That old dirt path off Davis Mill Road
Is where I drank my first beer and learned how to smoke
Where me and my buddies took it way too far every Saturday night
Burnin' up the tread on a hand-me-down Ford
Livin' life through the speakers and a couple of Coor's
That old dirt path paved a way for me
Well this is where I belong and my roots run deep
I've been to New York City, San Antone
Watched the sun set from the West Coast shore
But there's something about a Carolina sky
Tobacco fields, and late night rides on
That old dirt path off Davis Mill Road
Is where I drank my first beer and learned how to smoke
Where me and my buddies took it way too far every Saturday night
Burnin' up the tread on a hand-me-down Ford
Livin' life through the speakers and a couple of Coor's
That old dirt path paved a way for me
Well this is where I belong and my roots run deep
I've been stuck a time or two
Hittin' them curves like old boys do
And them dust clouds are in every breath I breathe
And I know it may not look like much, of open fields, and tractor ruts
But it's every part of me
That old dirt path off Davis Mill Road
Is where I drank my first beer and learned how to smoke
Where me and my buddies took it way too far every Saturday night
Burnin' up the tread on a hand-me-down Ford
Livin' life through the speakers and a couple of Coor's
That old dirt path paved a way for me
Well this is where I belong and my roots run deep
(Where my roots run deep)