Dirt Road Kid

Intro: try playing with swapping between E and A and using hammers. E Yellow blue bird on a red clay road, kickin' up a cloud of dust. E Burned into my memory like an Arkansas summer sun. E Last day of school, kick off your shoes, gonna grab up a fishin' pole. E Every boy and girl in this part of the county gonna meet at the swimmin' hole. A E I'm a dirt road kid, and I'm proud of it. B A And if you ask me, that's the way everybody 'oughta live. A E I'm a country boy, born to hunt and fish. B A Raised way out yonder, it ain't no wonder, I'm a dirt road kid. E If I show up at your party in my muddy boots, don't get bent outta shape. Drank a little too much, gettin' loud and rowdy, an' 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. Show you how to pull it out with a winch when you're stuck to the axel studs. A E I'm a dirt road kid, and I'm proud of it. B A And if you ask me, that's the way everybody 'oughta live. A E I'm a country boy, born to hunt and fish. B A Raised way out yonder, it ain't no wonder, I'm a dirt road kid. B When the show is over and the lights go down, don't look for me out on the town, A E there's just one place I'll be found. A E I'm a dirt road kid, hell I'm proud of it. B A And if you ask me, that's the way everybody 'oughta live. A E I'm a country boy, born to hunt and fish. B A Raised way out yonder, it ain't no wonder, I'm a dirt road kid. B A Raised way out yonder, it ain't no wonder, I'm a dirt road kid.