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I been driving this old dirt road
Reading through these old magazines
Thinking of all the places I've been
And all the places I still wanna go
Parked

Red Dirt, Ferris Gang, Ferris Ave Posse
Better get low, better get low lil nigga (Red Dirt FAP)
Better get low lil nigga (Red Dirt FGE) Better get

plans to do it again
Headin' down my dirt road daydream
To driftwood fires and whiskey
Like we're living on the big screen
Singing loud and dancing crazy

boy, I ain't talking bout no dirt roads
Come up from the dirt boy, gone polish me like some gold
Came up from the dirt boy, just needed a body to hold my

get complacent
I'm tryna see some new places
Take off, can't fuck with the fake shit
Say that you hittin' the road
Ain't see nothin' more than what's

Everybody's asking me lately where I'm from
They wanna know what I've been through and what dirt I've done
But man if I told you what I've seen

And you think your ears might a been hurt
Or your eyes've turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt
And you figured you failed in yesterdays rush
When

I took an old dirt road to an old dirt road
And when I got there I took a left hand turn to another dirt road
When I was young my father told me

Drunk on a dirt road running out of gas
Out in the country you can see the stars pass
We only got liquor, hash, lite beer and grass
She said pull

I'm just out here 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

now I can't remember

Bonfire parties in your daddy's field late december

Chasin' memories, chasin' memories 'bout our dirt road anthem
Oh how I miss

creekside in a beach chair
I need a little outside in this country boy's heart

I need dirt on my truck
I need dirt on my roads
I need dirt on my boots

Back on a Dirt Road

Montgomery Gentry

Folks Like Us

2015

long to get

Back on a dirt road, we'll ride about right now
A bunch of good ole' boys are probably headed out
All piled up in the back of that Chevy

ain't nobody nervous
They down the road, sending letters and cursive
I did my dirt, it ain't nobody perfect
I use to go inside cars and purses
I sold it

taking a losses, I'm a win

I just bought a cup of horses, cost me ten
I just took the top off of the Benz
On a long dirt road, lost a couple friends
She

I wish I had a dime for every time I walked that road
 Fell off my bike, skinned my knees, on that old dirt road
 On that old dirt road
 On that old

Yeah I can hear the dirt roads calling me
I can feel them putting me on a spell
The breeze sounding like an old church bell
I know when no one else

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the dirt road
Down the dirt road
Folks would gather around and pray
Didn't need no money or fancy place
They found hope and plenty of grace
At a chapel down

done
Which comes whatever we've done

I never before have seen your face
Or the dirt it barely scrapes
It disappears without a trace
Of ever roaring

dirt road famous yea they love my sound 
Dirt dirt road famous one up in the chamber 
Music for the hustlers and them people trying to make it 
Music for

zone?
I don't like guests, I don't like phones
Don't wait for tones
Better watch your tone
You cannot atone
Get back on the road, beware of dog
Leave me

Fall in love on 'em
Rough around the edges, just like us

That's why I love dirt roads
Make the world turn real slow
Feel the gravel letting go

Old Dirt Road

John Lennon

Lennon

1990

Ain't no people on the old dirt road
No more weather on the old dirt road
It's better than a mudslide, mama, when the dry spell come, yeah
Oh, oh,