Intro: try playing with swapping between E and A and using hammers.
Yellow blue bird on a red clay road, kickin’ up a cloud of dust.
Burned into my memory like an Arkansas summer sun.
Last day of school, kick off your shoes, gonna 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 p
roud of it.
And if you ask me, that’s the way everybody ‘ought
a live.
I’m a country boy, born to hun
t and fish.
Raised way out yonder, it ain’t no wonder, I’m a dir
t road kid.
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.
I’m a dirt road kid, and I’m p
roud of it.
And if you ask me, that’s the way everybody ‘ought
a live.
I’m a country boy, born to hun
t and fish.
Raised way out yonder, it ain’t no wonder, I’m a dir
t 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, hell I’m pro
ud of it.
And if you ask me, that’s the way everybody ‘ough
ta live.
I’m a country boy, born to hunt
and fish.
Raised way out yonder, it ain’t no wonder, I’m a d
irt road kid.
Raised way out yonder, it ain’t no wonder, I’m a d
irt road kid.
