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(hm-mm-mm) Sun is dipping down behind the pines Dust is rising up
in golden lines
Left the highway far behind our back Just a pickup and a
worn out track (yeah) Let the tires find their way
Leaving all the noise of yesterday
Out here on the red clay and the stone
We are wild and we are right at home
Spinning wheels and chasing down the sun
Where the dirt roads run
Radio is static, we don't care
Warm wind tangled in your hair Every bend is another story told
On these country miles
of solid gold
Out here on the red clay and the stone
We are wild and we are right at home
Spinning wheels and chasing down the sun
Where the dirt roads run
Where the dirt roads run (ooh-ooh-ooh) Yeah,
where the dirt roads run