If you want to know the real me
Just turn the page in my dirt road diary.
It’s right there for you to see
Every kiss, every beer, every cotton field memory.
Tan legs and some Dixie Land delight
Ridin’ round, windows down on a summer night.
I was there, and that was me.
It's right here in my dirt road diary.
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