Dirt Road Kid Justin Moore
Intro: try playing with swapping between E and A and using hammers.
[E]Yellow blue bird on a red clay road, kickin' up a cloud of dust.
[E]Burned into my memory like an Arkansas summer sun.
[E]Last day of school, kick off your shoes, gonna grab up a fishin' pole.
[E]Every boy and girl in this part of the county gonna meet at the swimmin' hole.
[A]I'm a dirt road kid, and I'm p[E]roud of it.
[B]And if you ask me, that's the way everybody 'ought[A]a live.
[A]I'm a country boy, born to hun[E]t and fish.
[B]Raised way out yonder, it ain't no wonder, I'm a dir[A]t road kid.
[E]If I show up at your party in my muddy boots, don't get bent outta shape.
Drank a little too much, gettin' loud and rowdy, an' get up in your face.
But by the end of the night you'll be a friend of mine and I'll even let you drive my truck.
Show you how to pull it out with a winch when you're stuck to the axel studs.
[A]I'm a dirt road kid, and I'm p[E]roud of it.
[B]And if you ask me, that's the way everybody 'ought[A]a live.
[A]I'm a country boy, born to hun[E]t and fish.
[B]Raised way out yonder, it ain't no wonder, I'm a dir[A]t road kid.
[B]When the show is over and the lights go down,
don't look for me out on the town,
there's just[A] one place I[E]'ll be found.
[A]I'm a dirt road kid, hell I'm pro[E]ud of it.
[B]And if you ask me, that's the way everybody 'ough[A]ta live.
[A]I'm a country boy, born to hunt [E]and fish.
[B]Raised way out yonder, it ain't no wonder, I'm a d[A]irt road kid.
[B]Raised way out yonder, it ain't no wonder, I'm a d[A]irt road kid.
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