Me and daddyd ride around all day shootin doves off a line in a Chevrolet ol lab would jump out the back and fetchem up wed 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 thats how my story goes if you want to know the real me just turn the page in my dirt road diary its 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 its right here in my dirt road diary I remember when I turned sixteen I got a license and some gasoline aint a curve or straightaway we didnt fly down if it wasnt the boys it was me and her by a fire in a field or down on the river every inch of that country was sacred ground I wish I knew where that old truck was if it could talk it could tell on us if you want to know the real me just turn the page in my dirt road diary its right there for you to see very 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 its right here in my dirt road diary it aint 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 its right here in my dirt road diary just ride around my little town and youll se how I wrote my dirt road diary
Posted on: Mon, 04 Nov 2013 21:49:39 +0000
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