FireBorn Heritage

Boot heels on a dusty porch floor

Praying for rain while I unlock the barn door (mmm-hmm)

Up before the sunrise feeding cattle in the frost

Countin' every blessing and the hard hours lost

Mama taught me scripture

and Daddy taught me drive

Working through the thorns just to feel alive

Got dirt on my knuckles and grace in my chest

Lord knows this prairie puts your heart to the test

I was raised on red dirt,

hardened by the stone

Taught to stand tall when you walk alone

Cross on my neck,

fire in my stride

Carrying that Lone Star heavy deep inside (raised on red dirt) Yeah,

you can't wash off who you are

Pigs in the pen

and grease on the Ford

Old scarred six-string singing to the Lord

Saw neon dive bars and tequila glass spills

Learned quick that trouble don't pay off the bills

Still held my ground

with my head held proud

Dreaming of the lights in a screaming crowd

I was raised on red dirt,

hardened by the stone

Taught to stand tall when you walk alone

Cross on my neck,

fire in my stride

Carrying that Lone Star heavy deep inside (raised on red dirt)

Yeah, you can't wash off who you are

Stetson pulled low, yeah I'm coming for the crown Dust on the

dash running circles through this town From the Sunday pew to the

center stage Writing every chapter turning every single page (Texas-born spirit!) Yeah

we keep it running live!

(Red dirt roots!)

Got the grit to survive!

(Faith up high!) SIENNA VANDERLYN—LET’S RIDE!

When the storm clouds break across the plain

I bow my head and thank Him for the rain

Every stumble, every scar I earned

Is just a little grace that I finally learned

I was raised on red dirt,

hardened by the stone!

Taught to stand tall when you walk alone!

Cross on my neck,

fire in my stride

Carrying that Lone Star heavy deep inside!

(Texas-born spirit!)

(Faith up high!)

Yeah, you can't wash off who you are!

Red dirt on my boots...

Red dirt in my soul...

Raised on red dirt.