No Zip Code

Everything's Gonna Be Alright

Raised Up Right

One Hell of an Angel

Prayin' In A Deer Stand

All I Need Is You

Southern and Slow

Let Your Boys Be Country

Verse 1]
I was born where the red clay bleeds,
Under small-town skies and hickory trees.
Mama’s Bible, Daddy’s work-worn hands,
Taught me how to pray, taught me how to stand.

[Pre-Chorus]
And every mile of gravel road,
Carries the weight of stories told.

[Chorus]
I was raised on holy dirt, boots in the dust,
Faith in my blood and steel in my trust.
Fire in my spirit, thunder in my word,
Yeah, I was raised on holy dirt.

[Verse 2]
Sunday mornings, church bells rang,
Friday nights the guitars sang.
Between the cross and a barroom fight,
I found my truth in the neon light.

[Pre-Chorus]
Some call it sin, some call it grace,
But it’s written all across my face.

[Chorus]
I was raised on holy dirt, boots in the dust,
Faith in my blood and steel in my trust.
Fire in my spirit, thunder in my word,
Yeah, I was raised on holy dirt.

[Bridge]
Every scar’s a hymn, every bruise a psalm,
This outlaw soul still leans on God.
A little rough around the edges, sure—
But my roots run deep in holy dirt.

[Final Chorus / Outro]
I was raised on holy dirt, wild and unbroken,
Every prayer I’ve said was truth unspoken.
From the cradle to the grave, one thing’s for sure—
I’ll die the same way I was born...
Raised on holy dirt.

raised on holy dirt

Monsters

Waitin' on 5

Hell Right (feat. Trace Adkins)

Prayin' In A Deer Stand

Luke Bryan