I remember as a child I used to hear Music that they played Lord with a feel' Some call it folk, some call it soul People let me tell you it was rock and roll I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul Every day when I got home I turned on my radio Listening to the music that my idols made I knew every single record the DJ's played A honky tonk a Hound Dog, a Johnny B. Goode Chain Gang, Love Is Strange, Knock On Wood I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul I was born to love the beat I was made for rock and roll I thought it was a fad, thought that it would pass But the younger generation knew it would last Time's gone by, the beat goes on But every time I hear it Lord it takes me home I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul Every day when I got home I turned on my radio Mother played recordings of Beethoven's Fifth Mozart's sonatas down the classical Liszt My papa loved to listen to his country songs While I was in the back room rockin' on I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul I was born to love the beat I was made for rock and roll I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul I was born to love the beat I was made for rock and roll I was raised on rock, I got rhythm in my soul

Snap backs and levi jeans, Pbr and burnt CDs Running for the grass on the hot concrete Still working on our summer feet Cheap gas and ready ice, Trunk music and headlight fights Dodging smoke from a riverbank fire Pretty girl and a pickup line like "Hey what's your name, you know smoke follows beauty baby" We stayed up all night long Made our drinks too strong Feeling ten feet tall Ropes swinging into the water In the middle of the night Like oh-oh-oh oh oh Breaking our boots in Stompin' in the ground we grew up on Yeah, we were raised on it Worked hard and played on it We had it made on it We were born and raised on it Car wash at the custom tent Sticky quarters and pine tree scent The only sign that we ever got stuck Is the muddy chain in the back of the truck 5-1's with a 20 on top Three guard at the barber shop Duckin' from your ex at the 4 way stop Turn the music down when you're passing the cops We stayed up all night long Made our drinks too strong Feeling ten feet tall Ropes swinging into the water In the middle of the night Like oh-oh-oh oh oh Breaking our boots in Stompin' in the ground we grew up on Yeah, we were raised on it Mama's prayer and daddy's speech Front porch philosophies A Little too young and dumb to see Just what it all meant to me We stayed up all night long Made our drinks too strong Feeling ten feet tall Ropes swinging into the water In the middle of the night Like oh-oh-oh oh oh Breaking our boots in Stompin' in the ground we grew up on Yeah, we were raised on it

Got a little southern drawl in my talk Little pickup truck on my highway Got a little boot stomp in my walk Little neon lighting my Friday Got some Tennessee in my whiskey Raised a cup up if you with me I was raised on Merle, raised on Willie Got my honkytonk attitude from Joe Diffie Daddy did it too, it's family tradition If someone cranks it up, you can't help but listen My upbringing sounds like George Strait singing And I gotta give props to the radio, 'cause if you know me I was raised on country It's the only reason that I survived Every breakup and every party It's the soundtrack to my life It runs deep in my DNA I was raised on Merle, raised on Willie Got my honkytonk attitude from Joe Diffie Daddy did it too, it's family tradition If someone cranks it up, you can't help but listen My upbringing sounds like George Strait singing And I gotta give props to the radio, 'cause if you know me I was raised on country I was raised on country (Raised on country music) Learned a lot about living and a little 'bout love (Raised on country music) And you know that's something I'm so proud of I was raised on Merle, raised on Willie Got my honkytonk attitude from Joe Diffie Daddy did it too, it's family tradition If someone cranks it up, you can't help but listen My upbringing sounds like George Strait singing And I gotta give props to the radio, 'cause if you know me I was raised on country (Raised on country music) Yeah, I was raised on country (Raised on country music) I was raised on country (Raised on country music)

Yeah we drank on it Cranked some hank on it Got a little crazy Raised a little hell on it Yeah learned to pray, learned to cuss Throw a party, throw a punch Ain't no hiding where we're from It's on our boots, it's on our trucks It was in that cloud of dust we stirred up It was out in the fields, on them ol' backroads It covers this town like it covers my soul Yeah it's in our bones, in our blood Yeah as deep as these roots run We'll never be too far gone From the dirt we were raised on Dirt we were raised on Baled some hay on it Asked God to rain on it We met 'em at the gate When they tried to put an interstate on it Yeah we got lost, we got found We got high and we got down And every time we rolled into town It's on our boots, it's on our trucks It was in that cloud of dust we stirred up It was out in the fields, on them ol' backroads It covers this town like it covers my soul Yeah it's in our bones, in our blood Yeah as deep as these roots run We'll never be too far gone From the dirt we were raised on Dirt we were raised on Yeah we drank on it Cranked some hank on it Got a little crazy Raised hell on it It's on our boots, it's on our trucks It was in that cloud of dust we stirred up It was out in the fields, on them ol' backroads It covers this town like it covers my soul Yeah it's in our bones, in our blood Yeah as deep as these roots run We'll never be too far gone From the dirt we were raised on Dirt we were raised on Yeah it's the red stuff Flyin' in the back of a truck bed Goin' out as far as you can get Windows down, turned up to a country song That's the dirt we were raised on Sunsets and a bullet hole stop sign Gettin' down on a back 45 Yeah that's how we do it all night long That's the dirt we were raised on That's the dirt we were raised on That's the dirt we were raised on That's the dirt we were raised on