[Verse 1]
I've been hearin' things at night in this big old house
Ain't just the pistols and the frogs and trains
It's a rumbling sound risin' like red-clay clouds
From the ghosts of the Alabama Gang

[Chorus]
Bubba, it's been too long
Since you've sang it for the sake of the song
Some things, once you sell them, you can't buy back
So keep on working—keep it on the dirt track
Keep on working—keep it on the dirt track

[Verse 2]
Tommy watches 'em spit dirt from the hood of his Chevelle
Marshall Tucker's on the radio
Good old boys turnin' junk into wheels of blazin' fire
Squeezin' glory out of three rusty chords

[Chorus]
Bubba, it's been too long
Since you sang it for the sake of the song
Some things, once you sell 'em you can't buy back
So keep on working—keep it on the dirt track
Keep on working—keep it on the dirt track
Keep on working—keep it on the dirt track
Keep on working—keep it on the dirt track
[Verse 3]
Runnin' that oval will teach you that
Where you start is where you'll wind up at
But while the cameras were rollin'
And the crowds were growin'
They went and tore the old dirt track down
Down, down, down, down, down!

[Outro]
Keep on working—keep it on the dirt track
Keep on working—keep it on the dirt track
Keep on working—keep it on the dirt track
Keep on working—keep it on the dirt track
Keep on working—keep it on the dirt track
Keep on working—keep it on the dirt track
Keep on working—keep it on the dirt track
Keep on working—keep it on the dirt track
Keep on working—keep it on the dirt track
Keep on working—keep it on the dirt track
Keep on working—keep it on the dirt track
Keep on working—keep it on the dirt track
Keep on working—keep it on the dirt track
Keep on working—keep it on the dirt track
Keep on working—keep it on the dirt track
Keep on working—keep it on the dirt track
Keep on working—keep it on the dirt track
Keep on working
Keep on working
Keep on working
Keep on working