Red dirt and red stitches

Lyrics

"Red Dirt & Red Stitches" Verse 1 Grew up swinging for the fences, dirt on my cleats Small town dreamin' of the bigs, God and me Made it to the show, lived it like a prayer Now I'm on a different fairway, salt wind in the air Pre-Chorus They said pick a lane, boy, settle down But I still got fire, I ain't slowin' now Chorus I traded in my batting gloves for a 56-degree Chasing scratch fr the back tees, Red stitched ball to a white one, same swing, different dream Coprovel semise, sil got something Yeah, the game might change but the hunger don't I put it all on the line 'cause a real man won't fold Red dirt and red stitches, that's the soul of me Still swinging, still believing - that's where I'll always be Verse 2 Cart in the driveway, fishing rod by the door Dno named Conner sleenino can't ask Dog named Copper sleeping, can't ask for much more Camera out at Anna Maria, golden hour light Content for the 'Gram but mostly just living right Pre-Chorus They said you had your run, time to walk away But broken-in cleats never felt that way (Chorus) Bridge I've been counted out, I've been called too old Stood in the batter's hox when the night was cold