Written by: John Roberson, and Donconway E G A E G A E G A E G A E G A I was raised in tha' country on my grandaddy's land and E G A it was passed down from hand to hand E G A we had a shotgun shack on the edge of a track and E G A a moonshine still that sit way in tha' back E G we use to sneak out on a friday night A STRUM A..... hit the dirt road and enjoy the ride......... Bridge: G A All them girls use to want to know G A what's at the end of that long dirt road Chorus: E D Well I'm proud of where I'm from A it aint no shame to me E D down in a holler or back in tha' woods A there aint no place that I'd rather be E D I'm haulin' shine - I'm haulin' smoke A either way you know that we're gonna choke G A gettin' footloose and fancy free G A don't ya know the law want never catch me E D A E D A down in Buxahatchee down in Buxahatchee E G A My grandaddy taught me how to drive E G A and my grandma taught me how to stay alive E G I learnt how to shine from my old man A now I'm running it from town to town again E G I got in a brawl with the law down in Alabam' A now that's one damn cop that'll never be found Bridge: G A Mind your own damn business and stay the hell out of mine G A it's a foot race a high speed chase - back to the Georgia line Repeat chorus: Written by: John Roberson, and Donconway E G A E G A E G A E G A E G A I was raised in tha' country on my grandaddy's land and E G A
it was passed down from hand to hand E G A we had a shotgun shack on the edge of a track and E G A a moonshine still that sit way in tha' back E G we use to sneak out on a friday night A STRUM A..... hit the dirt road and enjoy the ride......... Bridge: G A All them girls use to want to know G A what's at the end of that long dirt road Chorus: E D Well I'm proud of where I'm from A it aint no shame to me E D down in a holler or back in tha' woods A there aint no place that I'd rather be E D I'm haulin' shine - I'm haulin' smoke A either way you know that we're gonna choke G A gettin' footloose and fancy free G A don't ya know the law want never catch me E D A E D A down in Buxahatchee down in Buxahatchee E G A My grandaddy taught me how to drive E G A and my grandma taught me how to stay alive E G I learnt how to shine from my old man A now I'm running it from town to town again E G I got in a brawl with the law down in Alabam' A now that's one damn cop that'll never be found Bridge: G A Mind your own damn business and stay the hell out of mine G A it's a foot race a high speed chase - back to the Georgia line Repeat chorus: