Dirt Road Diary by Luke Bryan
Key: GG | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


Intro: G D Cadd9 x2                       
Verse 1
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.