Dustin’s Wild Trails

Dustin was a wild-eyed kid out in the pines

Hunting the deer and wetting his lines

Had his own little flat-bottom boat on the creek

Just chasing the sun every day of the week

Sixteen came with a beat-up old truck

Rusty blue fenders and a whole lot of luck

Parked in the lot at Orange Grove School

Learning the roads and breaking the rules

Oh, Dustin keep on moving,

let the highway wind

Leave the dust of the old schoolyard behind

From the swamps to the high pines,

you're on your way

Living out the stories that we tell today (oh-oh-oh)

Packed up his bags,

headed East Texas way

Working the oilfields for a hard day of pay

Dirty hands, heavy boots,

living on the grind

Looking for the next horizon line

Up in New Mexico he tracked down a bear

Cold mountain wind blowing through his hair

Then drove down to Florida

all by himself

Met two pretty girls,

left his heart on the shelf

Just a boy from Orange Grove,

now he's running free (yeah)