Luke Bryan - Dirt road diary

^GMe and daddy'd ^Dride around all day shooting ^C/Ddoves off a line in a Chevrolet. ^GOld lab would jump out the ^Dback and fetch them up.^{C/D G}We'd drive for ^Dmiles and miles and never ^C/Donce hit blacktop or change the dial. ^GOne little country ^Dstation was all there ^C/Dwas.

^AmChecking gates, ^Bmfixing fence rows- t^Chat's how my story goes.

^Em7If you want ^Dto know the real me, ^C/Djust turn the page in my dirt road ^Ddiary. ^Em7It's right there ^Dfor you to see, every ^C/Dkiss, every beer, every ^Dcotton field memory. ^GTan legs and some ^DDixie Land delight, ^C/Dridin' round, windows down on a ^Dsummer night. ^Em7I was there, and that ^Dwas me. ^C/DIt's right here in my dirt road diary.

^GI remember when ^DI turned sixteen ^C/DI got a license and some gasoline. ^GAin't a curve or a straight ^Daway we didn't ^C/Dfly down. ^GIf wasn't the boys ^Dit was me and her by ^C/Dfire in a field or down on the river. ^GEvery inch of ^Dthat county was sacred ^C/Dground.

^AmI wish I knew ^Bmwhere that old truck was. ^CIf it could talk it could tell on us.

^Em7If you want ^Dto know the real me, ^C/Djust turn the page in my dirt road ^Ddiary. ^Em7It's right there ^Dfor you to see, every ^C/Dkiss, every beer, every ^Dcotton field memory. ^GTan legs and some ^DDixie Land delight, ^C/Dridin' round, windows down on a ^Dsummer night. ^Em7I was there, and that ^Dwas me. ^C/DIt's right here in my dirt road diary.

^Em7It ain't a book ^Dunderneath my ^C/Dbed; ^Em7Just a dusty memory lane ^Dburned in my ^C/Dhead.

^GTan legs and some ^DDixie Land deligh^C/Dt, ridin' round, windows down feeling right ^Em7I was there, ^Dthat was me. ^C/DIt's right here in my dirt road ^Ddiary. ^Em7Just ride around ^Dmy little town and you'll ^C/Dsee how I wrote my dirt road diary.