Me and daddy’d ride around all day
Shootin’ doves off a line in a Chevrolet
Ol’ lab would jump out the back and fetch ‘em up
We’d drive for miles and miles
And never once hit blacktop or change your dial
One little country station was all there was
Checkin’ gates, fixin’ fence rows
That’s how my story goes
Chorus:
If you want to know the real me
Just turn the page in my dirt road diary
It’s right there for you to see
Every kiss, every beer, every cotton field memory
Tan legs and some Dixieland delight
Ridin’ ‘round, windows down on a summer night
I was there, that was me
It’s right here in my dirt road diary
I remember when I turned sixteen
I got a license and some gasoline
Ain’t a curve or straightaway we didn’t fly down
If it wasn’t the boys, it was me and her
By a fire in a field or down on the river
Every inch of that county was sacred ground
I wish I knew where that old truck was
If it could talk, it could tell on us
Repeat Chorus
It ain't a book underneath my bed
Just a dusty memory lane burned in my head
Tan legs and some Dixieland delight
Ridin’ ‘round, windows down, feelin’ right
I was there, that was me
It’s right here in my dirt road diary
Just ride around my little town and you’ll see
How I wrote my dirt road diary
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