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
Riding '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 it wasn't the boys it was me and her by the 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
Riding '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
Riding '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