Wayne Orr

(Verse 1)
Your boots kick dust on a two-lane sky,
Sunset burns like whiskey in your eyes.
We ain’t got a map, just a beat-up truck,
And a love that runs deeper than old backroad luck.

(Chorus)
Yeah, it’s dirt roads and you, baby—that’s my world.
Your hand on my heart, gears grinding as we whirl.
From Nashville nights to New Orleans rain,
We’re just chasing the horizon, leavin’ rust in our train.

(Verse 2)
You hum a tune while the radio’s broke,
Tires sing gravel, our future’s a joke we ain’t spoke.
But your kiss at the crossroads, hell, it points me true—
North, south, don’t matter long as I’m with you.

(Chorus)
It’s dirt roads and you, darlin’, that’s my creed.
A cooler of dreams and the gas light bleedin’.
We’ll park by the river, let the stars get loud,
Two drifters laughin’ at the moon’s jealous crowd.

(Bridge)
City folks fuss ’bout their polished chrome wheels,
But we’ve got mud on the tires and a truth that’s real.
Ain’t no crown jewels in this dashboard shrine—
Just your heart, this truck, and the dotted county line.

(Chorus)
So it’s dirt roads and you, till the wheels fall off.
Burnin’ through summers, frostbit in the trough.
They can keep their yachts and their skyline views—
My heaven’s a cab with a view of you.