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
Oh, yeah
The greatest show on dirt