by Dean Brody on album Dirt

4 year's old my birthday Opened presents, ate some cake I went running straight outside to play In dirt Six years old, hard line drive That ball just sailed on by Cause I was busy writing that n

by Dean Brody on album Trail In Life

Hoppers on a dirt road, pollen in the air Farmers in the orchard, on ladders picking pears Me and you driving grandmas Cadillac Gonna have a picnic on a yellow blanket In the meadow out back Ho

by Dean Brody on album Dean Brody

My buddy Jake said, hey, it's spring break So I picked him up in my truck We rode into town and there we found A cantina and sorority bus I started trading my lines With a tall blond hair Kappa Delta

by Dean Brody on album Dirt

I'm from a little country town where the sky is blue, Friday nights around here ain't a whole lot to do. So I went and called up sweet Becky Lou, said "How'd you like to go for a drive?" I took he

by Dean Brody on album Trail In Life

Lately you've been in my dreams Walking up and down these halls Your crying eyes they look at me They say: "why?" and then you're gone Then we're standing in a field Where I hold you in my arms

by Dean Brody on album Dean Brody

The house was like a tomb, I was hiding in my room As my brother made his way on down the hall I didn't want to say goodbye and I was trying to deny There was a war and that he'd got the call I watch

by Dean Brody on album Trail In Life

She grew up in San Diego Her body was painted by the summer sun She rented surfboards to make her dollars So she could drift to towns along the ocean Well, I met her one night when The Black Crowes p

by Dean Brody on album Trail In Life

by Dean Brody on album Dean Brody

There's brand new range rovers all over these streets, and the people who drive em, ain't no kin to me. I guess the gun racks and six packs, all left when I did. This ain't the same town that I painte

by Dean Brody on album Dean Brody

I've heard scientists get confused when you ask them to define it 'Cause it's a miracle It keeps the universe we see from ever dying And the stars from falling Though we can't see it we know it must

by Dean Brody on album Dirt

I'm at the edge of a cliff, And you've got me losing my balance. Lost in the lights, as the band plays an old type of slow dance. The calm in your eyes, the perfume on your neck. I'm holding my gr

by Dean Brody on album Dean Brody

I love the way you twirl your hair Those overalls and flip flops you wear The way you'd smile waiting in your drive Hot Sunday afternoons You didn't mind my rusty truck Swinging by to pick you up I m

by Dean Brody on album Dirt

He was selling dirt worms out in the summer sun And she came by on her pedal bike And she said "What you doin' boy?" with her cheeks full of bubblegum And sat down on his apple box and smiled Sh

by Dean Brody on album Trail In Life

Casperella Island, You were working at the boat house Started just for fun but we wound up gettin kinda serious Now summers come and leavin baby and taking you with it The trunk of your car and bot

by Dean Brody on album Dean Brody

I built a raft out of a broken heart, Gathered the pieces that love had torn apart, So I'd never get carried away again like that. Tired of falling in and so I built a raft. But your love was a ri

by Dean Brody on album Dean Brody

Sittin' in the bed of my truck Barefoot and cuddled up Sippin' sweet tea in the settin' sun It's so hot outside, her hair's untied and all undone Johnson Hill overlooks the fence To the only dr

by Dean Brody on album Dean Brody

My boots sure feel good on this hardwood My beers never tasted this cold The bands playing all of my favorite songs And somehow I don't feel at home Tonight she is sure lookin' pretty Dressed u

by Dean Brody on album Dirt

The road was cold the fog was heavy Her headlights were just like a ghost She said you look innocent but I ain't crazy I'm just too tired to drive on alone If you don't want me to shoot ya You'

by Dean Brody on album Dean Brody

Old Joe Riley owned a fishin’ shack With the ocean out front and the bay out back He had a little boat and a fisherman’s tan When he wasn’t out fishin’ he was sittin’ in the sand Then

by Dean Brody on album Dirt

Fishin poles leanin' on the tailgate Bbq brickets a startin to glow Cabin light reflectin off a quiet lake Nothin more romantic than campfire smoke Haven't seen you much this past week girl You