Born where the highway ends, no lights, just dirt and stars, Where dreams are carved in red clay scars and pickup trucks leave their marks. Daddy's calloused hands built a life from broken things, Mama's prayers hit the ceiling, hoping we'd grow wings.
A small town where the sky feels close, but dreams feel far, We learned to hustle with empty pockets, fighting to raise the bar.
Raised on dust and dreams, chasing down the sun, Where hope's a wild mustang that's never fully run. You fight for every mile, every tear you hide, We were raised on dust and dreams, born to ride.
Barefoot summers in hand-me-down shoes, chasing fireflies at night, Old guitars and porchlight tunes kept us holding on tight. But the hunger grows like weeds through cracks in the pavement's seams, You can bury your roots deep, but you never bury dreams.
There's a line in every dirt road that splits the past from the new, We took our chances betting on nothing, with everything to lose.
Raised on dust and dreams, chasing down the sun, Where hope's a wild mustang that's never fully run. You fight for every mile, every tear you hide, We were raised on dust and dreams, born to ride.
Got these scars like stories etched in skin, Every fall just pushed us to get up and try again. Ain't no quitting in the blood that flows through these veins, We're writing our history on yesterday's remains.
Raised on dust and dreams, chasing down the sun, Where hope's a wild mustang that's never fully run. We fight for every mile, and keep the fire alive, We were raised on dust and dreams, born to ride.
Yeah, raised on dust and dreams... born to ride.
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Born where the highway ends, no lights, just dirt and stars, Where dreams are carved in red clay scars and pickup trucks leave their marks. Daddy's calloused hands built a life from broken things, Mama's prayers hit the ceiling, hoping we'd grow wings.
A small town where the sky feels close, but dreams feel far, We learned to hustle with empty pockets, fighting to raise the bar.
Raised on dust and dreams, chasing down the sun, Where hope's a wild mustang that's never fully run. You fight for every mile, every tear you hide, We were raised on dust and dreams, born to ride.
Barefoot summers in hand-me-down shoes, chasing fireflies at night, Old guitars and porchlight tunes kept us holding on tight. But the hunger grows like weeds through cracks in the pavement's seams, You can bury your roots deep, but you never bury dreams.
There's a line in every dirt road that splits the past from the new, We took our chances betting on nothing, with everything to lose.
Raised on dust and dreams, chasing down the sun, Where hope's a wild mustang that's never fully run. You fight for every mile, every tear you hide, We were raised on dust and dreams, born to ride.
Got these scars like stories etched in skin, Every fall just pushed us to get up and try again. Ain't no quitting in the blood that flows through these veins, We're writing our history on yesterday's remains.
Raised on dust and dreams, chasing down the sun, Where hope's a wild mustang that's never fully run. We fight for every mile, and keep the fire alive, We were raised on dust and dreams, born to ride.
Yeah, raised on dust and dreams... born to ride.
A small town where the sky feels close, but dreams feel far, We learned to hustle with empty pockets, fighting to raise the bar.
Raised on dust and dreams, chasing down the sun, Where hope's a wild mustang that's never fully run. You fight for every mile, every tear you hide, We were raised on dust and dreams, born to ride.
Barefoot summers in hand-me-down shoes, chasing fireflies at night, Old guitars and porchlight tunes kept us holding on tight. But the hunger grows like weeds through cracks in the pavement's seams, You can bury your roots deep, but you never bury dreams.
There's a line in every dirt road that splits the past from the new, We took our chances betting on nothing, with everything to lose.
Raised on dust and dreams, chasing down the sun, Where hope's a wild mustang that's never fully run. You fight for every mile, every tear you hide, We were raised on dust and dreams, born to ride.
Got these scars like stories etched in skin, Every fall just pushed us to get up and try again. Ain't no quitting in the blood that flows through these veins, We're writing our history on yesterday's remains.
Raised on dust and dreams, chasing down the sun, Where hope's a wild mustang that's never fully run. We fight for every mile, and keep the fire alive, We were raised on dust and dreams, born to ride.
Yeah, raised on dust and dreams... born to ride.
Writer: Mike Baker
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