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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 Letras de cancionesI 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 From Letras Mania