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That's where I first saw Mary
On that roadside picking blackberries
That summer I turned a corner in my soul
Down that red dirt road

It's where I drank my
a barfly's nose,
Back alabama roads, the Grand Wizard's robes, red as china,
Rubies, leather bridles, stirrups, red as sticky gooey syrup,
Red as cavier, mars,
window.
We'd turn out the headlights,
Drive by the moonlight.
Talk about what the future might hold,
Down that red dirt road.

It's where I drank my
platoon leader  but woken by enemy heaters 

Juggernot  on the block  lash shots at armed retreaters 

Why teach it to the utmost unified? 

Fuck
Rain
Couldn't wash away the way I loved you to this day.
Just you and me down the red dirt road,
Nothin' in our way,
Except for the Georgia Rain.
Down in the dirt uhhh huhh
After the Fall

Remember the Holy Road
running red
With blood from the mouths of mystics
when they said
"Let's eat
That's where I first saw Mary
On that roadside picking blackberries
That summer I turned a corner in my soul
Down that red dirt road

It's where I drank my
the red horse grew strong
I watched from the dirt road why you climbed on

Go ride through the night
You're broken inside
And you're not our way
out!

I'm not gonna wait until we land in the brook
And have all the little fishies swim by and take a look
Now they're all laughing at us with
Down where I was born was heaven on earth
The Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt
The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright
We raised
Staring at your legs on the leather of my
Red Camaro

Pulling off on the side of the dirt road
So many things that we know, but we don't know
Discovering
when he made this land

The Lord said yes, there's a plenty on hand
But I left it down by the Rio Grande
The fact is ol' boy, the stuff is so poor
I
number four 
Somewhere out west
I still live in this old house 
Where we were raised
On this red dirt road 
The county never paved
Now I watch my
why we live here, yeah

Whether your road
Is dirt or paved
Red, white, and blue
We're all the same

That's why, why we live here
Damn right, we ain't
a pretty little lady to hold
Southern summer, and that sun shining down
Like Daddy's silver dollar
Gotta hop on the old dirt road
These are the days of gold
a load
Down a dirt strip where we'd dump trash off of Thigpen Road
Sit up in the seat and stretch my feet out to the pedals
Smiling like a hero that
taste of a broken heart
There were good times, there were tears
But every red dirt memory left a mark
Like the words written there in red
Like the streets
New Jack sit, like G and Nino 

Shit is real dunn, me and Hav rap for guns 

You just a son, you be hung by the skin on your tongue 

P.R.'s
Fleeing slaughter and the application of terror
Millions pass through the avenue of the damned
Bodies left rotting by the road side
Motherless children
Ain't nothin too loose or locked too tight for a man like me
I might take it slow, 30 through town
But on a back dirt road
Girl, I put the hammer down
a pretty little lady to hold
Southern summer
And that sun shining down like Daddy's silver dollar
Gotta hop on the old dirt road to the days of gold
a pack of Pall Malls
Red wine, the kind that give ya lock jaw
Old tires ain’t seen dirt roads in a while
But the grass getting green so I know I’m in
you more

Kinda like a country road needs an old church
Carolina needs a red dirt
Kinda like daybreak needs a sunrise
Bulldogs and rocking chairs need
Red

[Verse 3: St. Nikolas] 
Murderous, Brooklyn burglars, black rosary 
Known for making Scott flees out of black hosery 
Do dirt, pull it over my
A get-lost-with-you-running-through-every-red-light-er
Falling and feeling like a star right out of a midnight sky-er
Let the time fly by 'cause it's a finding her hand
Taking a chance, starting