Red Letters Red Dirt (Christian Country) - Caroline Wilson

[Verse 1]
She got baptized in a cattle tank
Behind that weathered little church
Mama’s thumb on a wrinkled page
Reading hope into her hurt
Pickup dust on her Sunday shoes
Grass stains on her pale blue dress
Learning how a stubborn heart
Can still be loved, can still be blessed

[Chorus]
On that red dirt road she grew up on
She learned to stand, learned to hang on
Mud on her jeans, sky full of freedom
Wind singing hymns she could believe in
When the world turned cold, she’d hold that Bible
Like a lifeline through the storm
Every mile, every turn, every scar, every word
Red letters on a red dirt road

[Verse 2]
She kissed a boy at the county fair
Thought he’d stay, but he drove off
Left her crying in the back row
Of a pew that smelled like moss
Daddy’s truck and a midnight talk
Headlights carving through the field
“Baby, grace is for the broken ones
And some wounds never fully heal”

[Chorus]
On that red dirt road she grew up on
She learned to stay when days felt long
Mud on her jeans, sky full of freedom
Wind singing hymns she could lean on
When her heart felt small, she’d trace that Bible
Every verse she’d ever known
Every mile, every turn, every scar, every word
Red letters on a red dirt road

[Bridge]
She went chasing city neon (oh but)
Every time life came undone
She’d close her eyes and see that hillside
Hear her mama say, “Child, run
Run right back where grace still waits
In the dust and the wildflowers”
She ain’t perfect but she’s held
By a love that never cowers

[Chorus]
On that red dirt road she grew up on
She found her place, found where she belongs
Mud on her jeans, sky full of freedom
Wind singing hymns she still believes in
When the nights get dark, she holds that Bible
Like it’s home for her wandering soul
Every mile, every turn, every scar, every word
Red letters on a red dirt road
Every mile, every turn, every scar, every word
Red letters on a red dirt road