Dirt Road Diary

G                           D                    Cadd9
Me and daddy ride around all day shooting doves off a line in a Chevrolet.
G                                       D         Cadd9
Old lab would jump out the back and fetch 'em up.
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We'd drive for miles and miles and never once hit blacktop or change the dial.
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One little country station was all there was.
Em7                D                                   Cadd9
Checking gates, fixing fence and roads, that's how my story goes.

Em7              D                         Cadd9
If you want to know the real me, just turn the page in my dirt road diary.
Em7                D                     Cadd9
It's right there for you to see, every kiss, every beer, every cotton field memory.
Em7                    D                          Cadd9
Tan legs and some Dixieland delight, ridin' round, windows down on a summer night.
Em7           D                 Cadd9 (strum once)
I was there, that was me. It's right here in my dirt road diary.
G  D    Cadd9

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I remember when I turned sixteen; I got a license and some gasoline.
G                     D                              Cadd9
Ain't a curve or a straight away we didn't fly down.
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If wasn't the boys it was me and her by fire in a field or down by the river.
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Every inch of that county was sacred ground.
Em7                          D
Wish I knew where that old truck was.
Cadd9
If it could talk it could tell on us.

Em7              D                         Cadd9
If you want to know the real me, just turn the page in my dirt road diary.
Em7                D                     Cadd9
It's right there for you to see, every kiss, every beer, every cotton field memory.
Em7                    D                          Cadd9
Tan legs and some Dixieland delight, ridin' round, windows down on a summer night.
Em7           D                 Cadd9
I was there, that was me. It's right here in my dirt road diary.

G       D                       Cadd9
    It ain't a book underneath my bed;
       Em7          D                  Cadd9
Just a dusty memory lane burned in my head.

G   D   Cadd9    x2

Em7                    D                          Cadd9
Tan legs and some Dixieland delight, ridin' round, windows down, feelin' right.
Em7           D                 Cadd9
I was there, that was me. It's right here in my dirt road diary.
Em7               D                       Cadd9 (strum once)
  Just ride around my little town and you'll see how I wrote my dirt road diary.

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