[Verse 1] Tires kickin’ dust on a Tuesday Same old curve past the rusted gate Your name on that green sign sideways Still hits harder than the interstate
[Chorus] Guess I found my dirt road reckoning Every mile drags your memory in Thought I’d left you where the gravel ends But you’re ridin’ shotgun in my head again This old truck keeps pullin’ me back Where your goodbye’s still fresh and it stings Yeah, out here with the crickets singin’ It’s just me and my dirt road reckoning
[Verse 2] Stopped where your porch light used to glow Mailbox leanin’ like it knows the truth There’s a “For Sale” on the fence post But I still see eighteen-year-old you
[Chorus] Guess I found my dirt road reckoning Every mile drags your memory in Thought I’d left you where the gravel ends But you’re ridin’ shotgun in my head again This old truck keeps pullin’ me back Where your goodbye’s still fresh and it stings Yeah, out here with the crickets singin’ It’s just me and my dirt road reckoning
[Bridge] I could turn around Head for town Let that rearview fade you out But I ease on slow Windows low Chasin’ ghosts I can’t let go (oh no)
[Chorus] Guess I found my dirt road reckoning Every mile drags your memory in Thought I’d left you where the gravel ends But you’re ridin’ shotgun in my head again This old truck keeps pullin’ me back Where your goodbye’s still fresh and it stings Yeah, out here with the crickets singin’ It’s just me and my dirt road reckoning
Style de musique
country, Modern country with a mid-tempo stomp, twangy electric hooks, and warm acoustic guitar bed. Male vocals with a hint of grit; tight verses that sit close and conversational, then a wide, shout-along chorus with stacked harmonies and big snare hits. Subtle organ pad in the bridge, final chorus lifts with an extra guitar line and ad-libbed tail.