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Dirt Road Diary by Luke Bryan
Dirt Road Diary
Luke plays it without a capo and in standard tuning.
Intro:
G D Cadd9 x2
G D Cadd9
Me and daddy ride around all day shooting doves off a line in a Chevrolet.
G D Cadd9
Old lab would jump out the back and fetch 'em up.
G D Cadd9
We'd drive for miles and miles and never once hit blacktop or change the dial.
G D Cadd9
One little country station was all there was.
Em7 D Cadd9
Checking gates, fixing fence and roads that's how my story goes.
Chorus:
Em7 D Cadd9
If you want to know the real me, just turn the page in my dirt road diary.
Em7 D Cadd9
It's right there for you to see, every kiss, every beer, every cotton field memory.
Em7 D Cadd9
Tan legs and some Dixie land delight, ridin' round, windows down on a summer night.
Em7 D Cadd9 (strum once)
I was there, that was me. Its right here in my dirt road diary.
G D Cadd9
G D Cadd9
I remember when I turned sixteen; I got a license and some gasoline.
G D Cadd9
Ain't a curve or a straight away we didn't fly down.
G D Cadd9
If wasn't the boys it was me and her by fire in a field or down by the river.
G D Cadd9
Every inch of that county was sacred ground.
Em7 D
Wish I knew where that old truck was.
Cadd9
If it could talk it could tell on us.
Chorus:
Em7 D Cadd9
If you want to know the real me, just turn the page in my dirt road diary.
Em7 D Cadd9
It's right there for you to see, every kiss, every beer, every cotton field memory.
Em7 D Cadd9
Tan legs and some Dixie land delight, ridin' round, windows down on a summer night.
Em7 D Cadd9
I was there, that was me. Its right here in my dirt road diary.
Bridge:
G D Cadd9
It ain't a book underneath my bed;
Em7 D Cadd9
Just a dusty memory lane in my head.
G D Cadd9 x2
Em7 D Cadd9
Tan legs and some Dixie land delight, ridin' round, windows down on a summer night.
Em7 D Cadd9
I was there, that was me. Its right here in my dirt road diary.
Em7 D Cadd9 (strum once)
Just ride around this little town and you'll see how I wrote my dirt road diary.
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version 2
Intro: G D Cadd9 x2
G D Cadd9
Me and daddy ride around all day shooting doves off a line in a Chevrolet.
G D Cadd9
Old lab would jump out the back and fetch 'em up.
G D Cadd9
We'd drive for miles and miles and never once hit blacktop or change the dial.
G D Cadd9
One little country station was all there was.
Em7 D Cadd9
Checking gates, fixing fence rows that's how my story goes.
Chorus:
Em7 D Cadd9 D
If you want to know the real me, just turn the page in my dirt road diary.
Em7 D Cadd9 D
It's right there for you to see, every kiss, every beer, every cotton field memory.
G D Cadd9 D
Tan legs and some Dixie land delight, ridin' round, windows down on a summer night.
Em7 D Cadd9 (strum once) G D Cadd9
I was there, that was me. Its right here in my dirt road diary.
verse 2:
G D Cadd9
I remember when I turned sixteen; I got a license and some gasoline.
G D Cadd9
Ain't a curve or a straight away we didn't fly down.
G D Cadd9
If wasn't the boys it was me and her by fire in a field or down by the river.
G D Cadd9
Every inch of that county was sacred ground.
Em7 Cadd9
Wish I knew where that old truck was.
G
If it could talk it could tell on us.
Chorus:
Em7 D Cadd9 D
If you want to know the real me, just turn the page in my dirt road diary.
Em7 D Cadd9 D
It's right there for you to see, every beer, every kiss, every cotton field memory.
G D Cadd9 D
Tan legs and some Dixie land delight, ridin' round, windows down on a summer night.
Em7 Cadd9 G D
I was there, that was me. Its right here in my dirt road diary.
Bridge:
Em7 Cadd9
It ain't a book underneath my bed;
Em7 D Cadd9
Just a dusty memory lane in my head.
G D Cadd9 x2
G D Cadd9
Tan legs and some Dixie land delight, ridin' round, windows down on a summer night.
Em7 D Cadd9
I was there, that was me. Its right here in my dirt road diaries.
Em7 D Cadd9 (strum once)
Just ride around this little town and you'll see how I wrote my dirt road diary.
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version 3
Standard Tuning- Capo 1
Intro- Em7|D|C/D
Verse 1
G D C/D
Me and daddy'd ride around all day shooting doves off a line in a Chevrolet.
G D C/D
Old lab would jump out the back and fetch them up.
G D C/D
We'd drive for miles and miles and never once hit blacktop or change the dial.
G D C/D
One little country station was all there was.
Am Bm C
Checking gates, fixing fence rows- that's how my story goes.
Chorus
Em7 D C/D D
If you want to know the real me, just turn the page in my dirt road diary.
Em7 D C/D D
It's right there for you to see, every kiss, every beer, every cotton field memory.
G D C/D D
Tan legs and some Dixie Land delight, ridin' round, windows down on a summer night.
Em7 D C/D
I was there, and that was me. It's right here in my dirt road diary.
Em7|D|C/D
Verse 2
G D C/D
I remember when I turned sixteen I got a license and some gasoline.
G D C/D
Ain't a curve or a straight away we didn't fly down.
G D C/D
If wasn't the boys it was me and her by fire in a field or down on the river.
G D C/D
Every inch of that county was sacred ground.
Am Bm
I wish I knew where that old truck was.
C
If it could talk it could tell on us.
Chorus
Em7 D C/D D
If you want to know the real me, just turn the page in my dirt road diary.
Em7 D C/D D
It's right there for you to see, every kiss, every beer, every cotton field memory.
G D C/D D
Tan legs and some Dixie Land delight, ridin' round, windows down on a summer night.
Em7 D C/D
I was there, and that was me. It's right here in my dirt road diary.
Em7 D C/D
It ain't a book underneath my bed;
Em7 D C/D
Just a dusty memory lane burned in my head.
Em7|D|C/D x2
G D C/D
Tan legs and some Dixie Land delight, ridin' round, windows down feeling right
Em7 D C/D D
I was there, that was me. It's right here in my dirt road diary.
Em7 D C/D
Just ride around my little town and you'll see how I wrote my dirt road diary.
Outro- Em7|D|C/D x2
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version 4
Tuning: E A D G B E (Standard) - Capo 1
Note: > Lines down lead guitar tablature denote a bar change.
Intro, bridge, solo & outro:
--3--2--3----|
--3--3--3----|
--0--2--0----| x2
--2--0--2----|
--2-----3----|
--0----------|
Verse:
--3--0-2-0-3--3---|
--3--3-3-3-3--3---|
--0--2-2-2-0--0---| x4
--0--0-0-0-2--0^2-|
--2--------3--3---|
--3---------------|
Refrain:
--0--0---3----|
--1--1---3----|
--0--0---0----|
--2--x---2----|
--0--2---3----|
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Chorus:
--3--2--3--2--|
--3--3--3--3--|
--0--2--0--2--| x2
--2--0--2--0--|
--2-----3-----|
--0-----------|
--3--2--3--2--|
--3--3--3--3--|
--0--2--0--2--|
--0--0--2--0--|
--2-----3-----|
--3-----------|
--3--2--3----|
--3--3--3----|
--0--2--0----|
--2--0--2----|
--2-----3----|
--0----------|
Solo:
----------------|--------------------------------|----10-----10---------|
----------------|---------------------------10-8-|10b----10b----10b10b--|
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--7b-7b-7^5-7b7-|-7^5-7b7-7^5-2^5--12/7/9--------|----------------------|
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--10b10^8-|10b10^8-10^8---8-8^10-8--|
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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.
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