Dirt Road - Rvshvd

This sure ain't that little sawmill town I grew up in, I used to run around In a hand-me-down Chevy This place is high rise heaven And this sure ain't that little Main Street drag With the courthouse square still flying the flag No, it's a six-lane city Long, long way from little bitty Yeah, I'm just out here, chasing these stars (chasing these stars) And sometimes, I swear I'm living on Mars But I grew up on a dirt road, watching that corn grow Turning on a pretty thing parked on a turn row Blowing that Swisher smoke out the window, oh A six pack from the Bi-Lo And I go back every time I get a minute The biggest part of me is in them little city limits Don't matter where I go I damn sure let 'em all know I grew up on a dirt road, a dirt road I grew up on a dirt road, dreaming 'bout making a name And getting out of dodge and the same ol' same Graduate and settle down Man, I was out of that town Now I catch myself rewinding, reminiscing 'Bout a small town girl and mama's fried chicken I can taste it right now (taste it right now) Let me tell you I'm proud That I grew up on a dirt road, watching that corn grow Turning on a pretty thing parked on a turn row Blowing that Swisher smoke out the window, oh A six pack from the Bi-Lo And I go back every time I get a minute The biggest part of me is in them little city limits Don't matter where I go I damn sure let 'em all know I grew up on a dirt road, a dirt road I grew up on a dirt road, a dirt road (a dirt road) Yeah, I'm just out here, chasing these stars (chasing these stars) And sometimes, I swear I'm living on Mars But I grew up on a dirt road, watching that corn grow Turning on a pretty thing parked on a turn row Blowing that Swisher smoke out the window, oh A six pack from the Bi-Lo And I go back every time I get a minute The biggest part of me is in them little city limits Don't matter where I go I damn sure let 'em all know I grew up on a dirt road, a dirt road I grew up on a dirt road, a dirt road (a dirt road)

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'd 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, ridin' 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, ridin' 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, ridin' 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.

Ain't no people on the old dirt road No more weather on the old dirt road It's better than a mudslide mamma when the dry spell come, yeah Oh oh oh oh, old dirt road Ain't no difference on the old dirt road Tarred and feathered on the old dirt road Trying to shovel smoke with a pitchfork in the wind, yeah Breezing through the deadwood on a hot summer day I saw a human being lazybonin' out in the hay I said, "Uh, hey Mr. Human can ya rainmaker too?" He said, "I guess it's okay ya know the only thang we need is water Cool, clear water, water, water, water" Ain't no people on the old dirt road No more weather on the old dirt road Better than a mudslide mamma when the morning comes, yeah Oh oh oh oh, old dirt road Keep on keeping on, keep on keeping on, keep on keeping on Keep on keeping on, keep on keeping on, keep on keeping on So long, so long, bye bye, bye bye, keep on keeping on Keep on keeping on, keep on keeping on

Mmmm mmm Mmm (It's Rvshvd) Pardon my Georgia slang Willacoochee born n raised (damn right) Just because I talk this way It really don't mean a thang What, you never seen a black dude boot scoot? Knee bruised but I'm new school Keep it real, why don't you yeah I guess I ain't built the same, special kinda DNA Who I am is mama's homemade sweet tea Twisted with some hunnid proof Tennessee That kinda bonafide moonshine you only find in the sticks Yeah And at times I'm a dirty South hip hop Mix it with some country boy reefa Throw in a lil lil Wayne and lil bit of Travis Tritt Yeah I hit different (Hit different, hit different, hit d-d-d-different) Some people like the crowds, wait in line for a club downtown I like to take it way on out, turn it up and bring it way up loud (y'all know what I'm talkin' bout) Ain't gonna catch me in the city (no) Ain't no parking for this f150 (uh uh) Strictly corn bread and biscuits Catfish n chilli Chased with a shot of whiskey Who I am is mama's homemade sweet tea (I am) Twisted with some hunnid proof Tennessee (yeah) That kinda bonafide moonshine you only find in the sticks (bonafide in the sticks) And at times I'm a dirty South hip hop Mix it with some country boy reefa Throw in a lil lil Wayne and a lil bit of Travis Tritt Yeah, I hit different If you like lil Wayne and tailgates, can i get a hell yeah (hell yeah) And if you like fish n grits, that country shit, holla and let me hear ya (hey) Whether you're rollin on dubs or jacked up trucks, turn that shit up And if you came here tonight, about that life, you a real one Who I am is mama's homemade sweet tea Twisted with some hunnid proof Tennessee That kinda bonafide moonshine you only find out in the sticks And at times I'm a dirty South hip hop Mix it with some country boy reefa Throw in a lil lil Wayne and a lil bit of Travis Tritt Yeah, I hit different (Hit different, hit hit different, hit d-d-d-different, d-different, hit different) I hit different