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GMe and daddy ride around allD day shooting doves oCadd9ff a line in a Chevrolet.
GOld lab would jump out the back and fetcDh 'em up. Cadd9
GWe'd drive for miles and miles aDnd never once hit blackCadd9top or change the dial.
GOne little country statDion was all there was. Cadd9
Em7Checking gates, fixDing fence and roads that's how my sCadd9tory goes.
Em7If you want to knDow the real me, just turn Cadd9the page in my dirt road diary.
Em7It's right there foDr you to see, every kiCadd9ss, every beer, every cotton field memory.
Em7Tan legs and some Dixie Dland delight, ridin' round,Cadd9 windows down on a summer night.
Em7I was there, tDhat was me. Its riCadd9ght here in my dirt road diary.
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GI remember when I turnedD sixteen; I got a license Cadd9and some gasoline.
GAin't a curve or a strDaight away we didn't fly down. Cadd9
GIf wasn't the boys it was me andD her by fire in a field Cadd9or down by the river.
GEvery inch of that countDy was sacred ground. Cadd9
Em7Wish I knew where that old trDuck was.
Cadd9If it could talk it could tell on us.
Em7If you want to knDow the real me, just turn Cadd9the page in my dirt road diary.
Em7It's right there foDr you to see, every kiCadd9ss, every beer, every cotton field memory.
Em7Tan legs and some Dixie Dland delight, ridin' round,Cadd9 windows down on a summer night.
Em7I was there, tDhat was me. Its riCadd9ght here in my dirt road diary.
G It ain't a Dbook underneath my bed; Cadd9
Em7Just a dusty memory lane in Dmy head. Cadd9
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Em7Tan legs and some Dixie Dland delight, ridin' round,Cadd9 windows down on a summer night.
Em7I was there, tDhat was me. Its riCadd9ght here in my dirt road diary.
Em7Just ride around this lDittle town and you'll see Cadd9how I wrote my dirt road diary.
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