I used to run out on the level land Sun beating down on the Cimarron sand My heart still lies out on those windswept plains Where poor dirt farmers used to pray for rain One thing I miss, you know I like Riding down the red dirt roads at night I'm talking about those Oklahoma times Payne County girls looked so fine Cruised those section lines Feeling all right Drive back into the Stillwater lights One thing I miss, you know I like Riding down the red dirt roads at night Riding down the red dirt roads at night Trying to lose the Oklahoma blues Riding down the red dirt roads at night Six pack by my side, a bottle of wine Sweet baby, you would look so fine One thing I miss, you know I like Riding down those red dirt roads at night Those younger years never did me no harm Always seemed to be a party at the farm Brixies Pond, the Hideaway To the Strip and into Bill's at the end of the day But the thing I miss most, you know I like Is riding down the red dirt roads at night Riding down the red dirt roads at night Trying to lose the Oklahoma blues Riding down the red dirt roads at night Six pack by my side, bottle of wine Oh sweet baby, you'd look so fine One thing I miss, you know I like Riding down those red dirt roads at night Red dirt roads Riding down the red dirt roads