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?
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