Thank God he don't charge to look at the stars
So we built fires 'stead of going to bars
The pallets we stole from the back of Walmart
Lit up every acre of will's cotton farm
We spent every summer out in the heat
Cutting that grass and cutting our teeth
'Cause life ain't easy, it sure ain't cheap, but if you asked eighteen me

Yeah, gas was like gold in a silverado rocket
To kiss on the hood was like money in our pockets
We didn't have a bit of it in our wallets, but it felt like we did
Our bank had some clothes and a rope on a limb
Twelve pack 'stead of six if you scratch and you win
We didn't have much, but we had it all back when
We were just a bunch of red dirt rich kids

Worked hard like our daddies
Try to make 'em proud
'Cause our last name wasn't all they handed down
Like the trucks we drove, laps around town
Till the tank ran dry, or the Sun came out

Yeah, gas was like gold in a silverado rocket
To kiss on the hood was like money in our pockets
We didn't have a bit of it in our wallets, but it felt like we did
Our bank had some clothes and a rope on a limb
Twelve pack 'stead of six if you scratch and you win
We didn't have much, but we had it all back when
We were just a bunch of red dirt rich kids
Some red dirt rich kids

Yeah, some of us got out, some of us stuck around
Some are blue collar and some ain't now
But damn, looking back, yeah, life was better somehow

When gas was like gold in a silverado rocket
To kiss on the hood was like money in our pockets
Didn't have a bit of it in our wallets, but it felt like we did
When our bank had some clothes and a rope on a limb
Twelve pack 'stead of six if you scratch and you win
We didn't have much, but we had all back when
We were just a bunch of red dirt rich kids
Some red dirt rich kids
Some red dirt rich kids
We had it all back when
We were just a bunch of red dirt rich kids