Dirt Road Diary - Urban Coach

Me and daddy's ride around all day shooting doves off a line in a Chevrolet

Old lab would jump out the back and fetch them up

We 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 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 Dixie land delight ridding round windows down on a summer night

I was there and 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

Ain't a curve or a straight away we didn't fly down

If wasn't the boys it was me and her by fire in a field

Or down on the river

Every inch of that county 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

It's right there for you to see every kiss every beer

Every cotton field memory

Tan legs and some Dixie land delight ridding round windows down on a summer night

I was there and 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 burned in my head

Tan legs and some Dixie land delight ridding round windows down feeling right

I was there that was me it's right here in my dirt road diary

Just ride around my little town and you'll see

How I wrote my dirt road diary