Greatest Show On Dirt

He had a face made for Hollywood

Hat on the dash, horns on the hood

He made it hard to be good

When we parked out under those stars

Mud on the tires and six-pack nights

Little wildfire in them Eastwood eyes

Sure he had me thinking

That I'd spend forever there in his arms

He played the part, I fell for the act

How could I not with a smile like that

I was sitting front row

All summer long in a two tone beat up Chevy

Somewhere on a backroad

He was saying the right lines, laying it on me heavy

He could move to LA, make a million dollars

Maybe even someday he could win an an Oscar

And I can say I saw it first

The greatest show on dirt

That thunderstorm, bench seat kiss

The way that he said he's never felt like this

Hell even now I'll admit

It's a damn good movie, I'd watch again

I was sitting front row

All summer long in a two tone beat up Chevy

Somewhere on a backroad

He was saying the right lines, laying it on me heavy

He could move to LA, make a million dollars

Maybe even someday he could win an an Oscar

And I can say I saw it first

The greatest show on dirt

The greatest show on dirt

If there was a scene

If there was a script

On getting the girl

Damn he was it

I was sitting front row

All summer long in a two tone beat up Chevy

Somewhere on a backroad

He was saying the right lines, laying it on me heavy

He could move to LA, make a million dollars

Maybe even someday he could win an an Oscar

And I can say I saw it first

The greatest show on dirt