Red dirt field in muscadine shade

Pretty little girl selling lemonade

You get your brothers and I’ll get mine

And we’ll play ball till whippoorwill time

Crack of the bat and roll of the ball

Can’t you hear your momma call?

Laundry hanging on the line

We might get home by suppertime

Red dirt field

Warm and bright

There, it burns in my memory.

Don’t you know we were growing up?

Don’t you know we were wild and tough?

Don’t you know we were drinking from the cup

Of the American sky?

Bully coming on way too strong

I beat him on the bases all day long

He came at me with fist and foot

I gave to him as good as I got

Blue jay in the persimmon tree

Jody Turner waving at me

Blood running fast in my veins

A thousand dreams running through my brain

Red dirt field

Warm and bright

There, it burns in my memory.

Don’t you know we were growing up?

Don’t you know we were wild and tough?

Don’t you know we were drinking from the cup

Of the American sky?

Scarlet sun hanging low

Rollin river in the afterglow

Fisherman casts in his line

The wind rises softly in the pines

Chorus of calls in the night

Ancient book opened to the light

Moths against my window pane

Tomorrow comes another day

Red dirt field

Warm and bright

There, it burns in my memory.

Don’t you know we were growing up?

Don’t you know we were wild and tough?

Don’t you know we were drinking from the cup

Of the American sky?