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Yellow Bluebird on a red clay road kickin’ up a cloud of dust
It’s burned into my memory like an Arkansas summer sun
Last day of school kick off your shoes
Go and grab up a fishin’ pole
Every boy and girl in this part of the county Gonna meet at the swimmin’ hole
I’m a dirt road kid
And I’m proud of it
And if you ask me that’s the way everybody oughta live
I’m a country boy
Born to hunt and fish
Raised way out yonder it ain’t no wonder
I’m a dirt road kid
If I show up at your party in my muddy boots don’t get bent out of shape
Drink a little too much get loud and rowdy or 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
And show you how to pull it out with a wench when you’re sunk to the axle’s stuck
I’m a dirt road kid
And I’m proud of it
And if you ask me that’s the way everybody oughta live
I’m a country boy
Born to hunt and fish
Raised way out yonder it ain’t no wonder
I’m a dirt road kid
When the show is over and the lights go down
Don’t look for me out on the town
There’s just one place I’ll be found
I’m a dirt road kid
And hell I’m proud of it
And if you ask me that’s the way everybody oughta live
Yeah I’m a country boy
I was born to hunt and fish
Raised way out yonder it ain’t no wonder
I’m a dirt road kid
Raised way out yonder it ain’t no wonder
I’m a dirt road kid, oh yeah
[Thanks to Kevin Dickey, Matt for lyrics]
Moore Justin Chords
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