Hittin' the Dirt
She came ridin' into town on the back of a Harley
Dressed in leather, looking so fine
Parked the bike by the police station
Got a speeding ticket, gotta pay the fine
He came flying into town on a seven-forty-seven
Four hours late, ain't feeling so fine
Picked up his truck by the terminal building
Got his foot on the gas, he's got to get there on time
They're just heading out the same way
Travelling fast, no baggage in tow
Looking for some action, got no distraction
Hittin' the dirt
Hittin' the red dirt
Hittin' the dirt,
Hittin' those wide open spaces
Hittin' the dirt
Hittin' the dirt
Hittin' the red dirt
Hittin' the dirt,
Hittin' those wide open spaces
Hittin' the dirt
They don't drink in the usual places, where the common folk hang out
If they see some familiar faces.
They look for the door, and put their foot to the floor
They're just heading out the same way
Travelling fast, no baggage in tow
Looking for some action, got no distraction
Hittin' the dirt
Hittin' the red dirt
Hittin' the dirt,
Hittin' the dirt
Hittin' the hard red dirt
Hittin' the dirt,
Hittin' those wide open spaces
Hittin' the dirt

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