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[Verse 1] She got baptized in a cattle tank Behind that weathered little church Mama’s thumb on a wrinkled page Reading hope into her hurt Pickup dust on her Sunday shoes Grass stains on her pale blue dress Learning how a stubborn heart Can still be loved, can still be blessed [Chorus] On that red dirt road she grew up on She learned to stand, learned to hang on Mud on her jeans, sky full of freedom Wind singing hymns she could believe in When the world turned cold, she’d hold that Bible Like a lifeline through the storm Every mile, every turn, every scar, every word Red letters on a red dirt road [Verse 2] She kissed a boy at the county fair Thought he’d stay, but he drove off Left her crying in the back row Of a pew that smelled like moss Daddy’s truck and a midnight talk Headlights carving through the field “Baby, grace is for the broken ones And some wounds never fully heal” [Chorus] On that red dirt road she grew up on She learned to stay when days felt long Mud on her jeans, sky full of freedom Wind singing hymns she could lean on When her heart felt small, she’d trace that Bible Every verse she’d ever known Every mile, every turn, every scar, every word Red letters on a red dirt road [Bridge] She went chasing city neon (oh but) Every time life came undone She’d close her eyes and see that hillside Hear her mama say, “Child, run Run right back where grace still waits In the dust and the wildflowers” She ain’t perfect but she’s held By a love that never cowers [Chorus] On that red dirt road she grew up on She found her place, found where she belongs Mud on her jeans, sky full of freedom Wind singing hymns she still believes in When the nights get dark, she holds that Bible Like it’s home for her wandering soul Every mile, every turn, every scar, every word Red letters on a red dirt road Every mile, every turn, every scar, every word Red letters on a red dirt road