Red Dirt Roads at Night

I used to run out on the level land
Sun beating down on the Cimarron sand
My heart still lies out on those windswept plains
Where poor dirt farmers used to pray for rain
One thing I miss, you know I like
Riding down the red dirt roads at night
I’m talking about those Oklahoma times
Payne County girls looked so fine
Cruised those section lines
Feeling all right
Drive back into the Stillwater lights
One thing I miss, you know I like
Riding down the red dirt roads at night
Riding down the red dirt roads at night
Trying to lose the Oklahoma blues
Riding down the red dirt roads at night
Six pack by my side, a bottle of wine Sweet baby, you would look so fine
One thing I miss, you know I like
Riding down those red dirt roads at night
Those younger years never did me no harm
Always seemed to be a party at the farm
Brixies Pond, the Hideaway
To the Strip and into Bill’s at the end of the day
But the thing I miss most, you know I like Is riding down the red dirt roads at night
Riding down the red dirt roads at night
Trying to lose the Oklahoma blues
Riding down the red dirt roads at night
Six pack by my side, bottle of wine
Oh sweet baby, you'd look so fine
One thing I miss, you know I like
Riding down those red dirt roads at night
Red dirt roads
Riding down the red dirt roads