Dirt road diary

Me and daddy rides 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 is 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 is right here in my dirt road diary I remember when I turned sixteen; I got a license and some gasoline
There is no curve or a straight away we did not 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

It is 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 is right here in my dirt road diaries
Just ride around this little town and you will see how
I wrote my dirt road diary