Me and daddy'd ride around all day
Shooting doves off a line in a Chevrolet
Old lab would jump out the back and fetch them up
We would drive for miles and miles
And never once hit blacktop or change the dial
One little country station was all there was
Checking gates, fixing fence and roads
That is 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 Dixie Land delight
Riding '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
There's no curve or a straight away we didn't fly down
It was not the boys, it was me and her
By fire in a field or down by the river
Every inch of that county was sacred ground
Wish I knew where that old truck was
If it could talk, it could tell about 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 Dixie Land delight
Riding 'round
Windows down on a summer night
I was there, that was me
It's right here in my dirt-road diary
It's not a book underneath my bed
Just a dusty memory lane in my head
Tan legs and some Dixie Land delight
Riding 'round, windows down on a summer night
I was there, that was me
It's right here in my dirt-road diaries
Just ride around
This little town
And you will see
How I wrote my dirt road diary
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