Lyrics
Verse 1
Bell-bottoms brushing the gravel by the county lineRhinestones catching daylight on a hand-me-down denim shineMama taught me Friday supper, Daddy taught me how to mendA busted gate, a stubborn mule, and never quit before the end
Pre‑Chorus
I got red clay underneath these bootsAnd a family name I’m proud to prove
Chorus
I’m a country girl, born with a backboneWork all day, then I’ll sing my own songFrom the bean rows out to the honky-tonk floorI know what these two hands are forGot a little bit of sparkle, got a whole lot of prideSmall-town roots running deep insideYou can take me anywhere, but wherever I roamI’ll carry this country girl heart back home
Verse 2
There’s a tire swing turning by the old pecan treeA rusted tractor resting where my granddad used to beWe raised more than a harvest in that Tennessee sunWe raised a girl who learned that hard work gets it done
Pre‑Chorus
I don’t need permission, I don’t need applauseI’ll stand up straight for the life I chose
Chorus
I’m a country girl, born with a backboneWork all day, then I’ll sing my own songFrom the bean rows out to the honky-tonk floorI know what these two hands are forGot a little bit of sparkle, got a whole lot of prideSmall-town roots running deep insideYou can take me anywhere, but wherever I roamI’ll carry this country girl heart back home
Bridge
Let the city keep its hurry, let the high heels chase the nightI’ll be where the porch light’s burning and the fence posts line the driveWith a sunburn on my shoulder and a promise in my nameA little dust don’t make me less— it tells you where I came
Final Chorus
I’m a country girl, born with a backboneWork all day, then I’ll sing my own songFrom the bean rows out to the honky-tonk floorI know what these two hands are forGot a little bit of sparkle, got a whole lot of prideSmall-town roots running deep insideYou can take me anywhere, but wherever I roamI’ll carry this country girl heart back homeYeah, wherever I roamI’ll carry this country girl heart back home
Outro
Bell-bottoms, rhinestones, dirt road dust and family namesThat’s the kind of fire you can’t wash away