Kunci Ukulele Luke Bryan – Dirt road diary Versi 1

^CMe and daddy ride around all^G day shooting doves o^Fadd9ff a line in a Chevrolet. ^COld lab would jump out the back and fetc^Gh 'em up. ^{Fadd9 C}We'd drive for miles and miles a^Gnd never once hit black^Fadd9top or change the dial. ^COne little country stat^Gion was all there was. ^{Fadd9 Am7}Checking gates, fix^Ging fence and roads that's how my s^Fadd9tory goes.

^Am7If you want to kn^Gow the real me, just turn ^Fadd9the page in my dirt road diary. ^Am7It's right there fo^Gr you to see, every ki^Fadd9ss, every beer, every cotton field memory. ^Am7Tan legs and some Dixie ^Gland delight, ridin' round,^Fadd9 windows down on a summer night. Am7 G Fadd9 (strum once) I was there, that was me. Its right here in my dirt road diary.

^CI remember when I turned^G sixteen; I got a license ^Fadd9and some gasoline. ^CAin't a curve or a str^Gaight away we didn't fly down. ^{Fadd9 C}If wasn't the boys it was me and^G her by fire in a field ^Fadd9or down by the river. ^CEvery inch of that count^Gy was sacred ground. ^{Fadd9 Am7}Wish I knew where that old tr^Guck was. ^Fadd9If it could talk it could tell on us.

^Am7If you want to kn^Gow the real me, just turn ^Fadd9the page in my dirt road diary. ^Am7It's right there fo^Gr you to see, every ki^Fadd9ss, every beer, every cotton field memory. ^Am7Tan legs and some Dixie ^Gland delight, ridin' round,^Fadd9 windows down on a summer night. ^Am7I was there, t^Ghat was me. Its ri^Fadd9ght here in my dirt road diary.

^C It ain't a ^Gbook underneath my bed; ^{Fadd9 Am7}Just a dusty memory lane in ^Gmy head. ^Fadd9

^Am7Tan legs and some Dixie ^Gland delight, ridin' round,^Fadd9 windows down on a summer night. ^Am7I was there, t^Ghat was me. Its ri^Fadd9ght here in my dirt road diary. Am7 G Fadd9 (strum once) Just ride around this little town and you'll see how I wrote my dirt road diary.