She don't like the way the music is born in Tennessee
Says that they all sound the same to her
Nothing new it seems
Says she misses Waylon, Willie, Hank, and Merle
One thing that she likes is when you call her a red dirt girl
And she gets off on some Wreckless, Randy's Lost and Found
And you know she's not alone wishing Ragweed was still around
Yeah, she loves some Jason Boland, the old stuff and the new
And she'll drive 100 miles for a chance to see La Rue
She'll follow the all around the world
She's a red dirt girl
She hates it when the hip hop station plays a country song
She knows that its about the music, but it just seems so wrong
She'll close her eyes and let the words surround her world
You know she's proud as hell to be a red dirt girl
And she'll listen Bob Childers, curse the day he died
And she'll giver her last two dollars just to see The Great Divide
Yeah, she loves some Brandon Jenkins when she gets out on the floor
You know she's front and center for the Turnpike Troubadours
She'll follow the all around the world
She's a red dirt girl
And you know it tears her heart out when she has to cross the street
Cause up there where the dirt was blown from has all but lost the dream.
But the music makes her happy, and sometimes makes her cry,
And she'll be a Red Dirt Girl until she dies.
And she gets off on the Rangers, and Randy Crouch's sound
And you know she's not alone wishin' Ragweed was still around
She'll follow them all around the world, 'cause she's a Red Dirt Girl
She'll follow them all around the world, 'cause she's a Red Dirt Girl