Dirt Road Diary

[G] [D] [Cadd9] x2

[G]Me and daddy ride around all[D] day shooting doves o[Cadd9]ff a line in a Chevrolet.
[G]Old lab would jump out the back and fetc[D]h 'em up.                           [Cadd9]
[G]We'd drive for miles and miles a[D]nd never once hit black[Cadd9]top or change the dial.
[G]One little country stat[D]ion was all there was.          [Cadd9]
[Em7]Checking gates, fix[D]ing fence and roads that's how my s[Cadd9]tory goes.

[Em7]If you want to kn[D]ow the real me, just turn [Cadd9]the page in my dirt road diary.
[Em7]It's right there fo[D]r you to see, every ki[Cadd9]ss, every beer, every cotton field memory.
[Em7]Tan legs and some Dixie [D]land delight, ridin' round,[Cadd9] windows down on a summer night.
[Em7]I was there, t[D]hat was me. Its ri[Cadd9]ght here in my dirt road diary.

[G] [D] [Cadd9]

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

[Em7]If you want to kn[D]ow the real me, just turn [Cadd9]the page in my dirt road diary.
[Em7]It's right there fo[D]r you to see, every ki[Cadd9]ss, every beer, every cotton field memory.
[Em7]Tan legs and some Dixie [D]land delight, ridin' round,[Cadd9] windows down on a summer night.
[Em7]I was there, t[D]hat was me. Its ri[Cadd9]ght here in my dirt road diary.

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

[G] [D] [Cadd9] x2

[Em7]Tan legs and some Dixie [D]land delight, ridin' round,[Cadd9] windows down on a summer night.
[Em7]I was there, t[D]hat was me. Its ri[Cadd9]ght here in my dirt road diary.
[Em7]Just ride around this l[D]ittle town and you'll see [Cadd9]how I wrote my dirt road diary.