Spent the summer throwing brim in a red ice chest. Gave my heart to Jesus in my Sunday best. Southern rock rolled from my radio each night. When “Freebird” fell out of the sky, felt like I lost an old friend of mine. Saw hate in living color on my TV. Learned black kids bled red just like me. Scott’s Playboy opened my eyes one afternoon. I noticed Jenny’s eyes were blue and Mama prayed for my every move. When I stop and remember, each moment stands alone. When I see ‘em all together, I’ve been blessed I know. I guess the Lord must love a dirt road, faded barns and shaded creeks. And I’ve come to think that He loves country boys like me. A slow sunset can make my day. Love is more than a yes in a Chevrolet. John 3:16 still brings me to my knees. Yeah, I stand here at peace knowing who I’ll always be. When I stop and remember, each moment stands alone. When I see ‘em all together, I’ve been blessed I know. I guess the Lord must love a dirt road, faded barns and shaded creeks. And I’ve come to think that He loves country boys like me. I guess the Lord must love a dirt road, faded barns and shaded creeks. And I’ve come to think that He loves country boys like me. Lord keep smiling down on me and all them country boys like me.