Dustin’s Wild Ride

Young Dustin had a cane pole and a pocket knife

Living out in the country,

loving that wild life

Up at dawn for the hunting,

running down the creek He had his own little boat before he

learned to speak

(oh yeah)

Hit sixteen and bought a beat-up pickup truck

Parked it at Orange Grove School,

testing out his luck

Driving those dirt roads,

radio playing loud

Dustin was the kind of boy to make his mama proud

Oh, Dustin's on the move,

chasing down the line

From the piney woods to the big blue sky

Living life wide open,

everywhere he goes

Following the wind where the river flows

(where the river flows)

Then he packed up for East Texas,

found an oilfield crew

Working hard under the sun,

doing what he had to do

He went to New Mexico,

tracking through the snow

Faced down a wild black bear,

let the story grow

Twenty-five years old,

stepped on a Florida plane

First time flying solo,

leaving all the rain

Walked out on the warm sand,

feeling free and new

Met two southern girls,

and the sky turned bright blue (yes he did)

Just a country boy,

finding his own way

Dustin's out there making stories every single day