Me and Dad would ride around all day
Shooting doves off the line in a Chevrolet
Old lab would jump out the back and fetch them up
Wed drive for miles and miles and never once hit black
Top or change the dial
One little country station was all there was
Checking gates, and fixing fence rows
That’s how my story goes

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
Riding around, 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 16, I got a license and some gasoline
Ain’t a curve or a straight-away, we didn’t fly down
If it wasn’t the boys, it was me and here
By a fire in a field or down by the river
Every inch of that county was sacred ground
I wish I knew where that old truck was
If it could talk it would tell on us

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
Riding around, windows down on a summer night
I was there, that was me
It's right here in my dirt road diary

It ain't a book underneath my bed
Just a dusty memory lane, burn in my head

Tan legs and some Dixieland delight
Riding around, windows down on a summer night
I was there, that was me
It's right here in my dirt road diary
Just ride around this little town and you’ll see
How I wrote my dirt road diary

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