| Check, check
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| Give me a little more
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| Dirt Road Dirt Road
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| Sounds good Drew
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| You ain’t gotta ask me twice to hit that dirt road
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| I’m burning rubber out the city with my mossy oak on
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| Got my fishing pole on lock and my bean boats on and the speakers rattling to
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| every dirt road song
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| You ain’t gotta ask me twice to hit that dirt road
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| I’m burning rubber out the city with my mossy oak on (uh uh uh)
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| Got my fishing pole on lock and my bean boats on and the speakers rattling to
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| every dirt road song
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| She told me it ran its course horse shit she want them
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| Royalties opportunities without loyalties yeah it’s gonna burn
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| But I gotta grab my duffle bag and my country swag never looking back with my
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| sleeping bag with my mose burg and my trucker hat
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| Gives a flying fuck so thats life
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| I’m straight from the Land I done walked these streets I done hanged these
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| alleys
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| Hang with the boys from the block til the music stop
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| Take a country boy song to a hip hop beat
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| Two steps in the jam to kick up the dirt to put in my work
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| (ghetto cowboy)
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| She’s playing those games and mixing those messages (ghetto cowboy)
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| Telling me lies (ghetto cowboy) through he beepers jeepers creepers
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| When you messing with a devil in a red dress fatality to my sanity she’s
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| looking like a georgia belle til she preaching hell better bail when you can
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| better dodge that bullet
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| She shooting that crazy hate me aiming for daisies
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| Baby date me hate me deal or save me
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| All my life I’ve been doing right
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| But i seem to get that rattlebite that’s hard when I go to bed at night all
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| these clouds I seen better days as i stare at clouds color grey
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| Ghetto Cowboy
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| You ain’t gotta ask me twice to hit that dirt road (ghetto cowboy)
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| I’m burning rubber out the city with my mossy oak on (ghetto cowboy)
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| Got my fishing pole on lock and my bean boats on and the speakers rattling to
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| every dirt road song
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| You ain’t gotta ask me twice to hit that dirt road (ghetto cowboy)
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| I’m burning rubber out the city with my mossy oak on (ghetto cowboy)
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| Got my fishing pole on lock and my bean boats on and the speakers rattling to
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| every dirt road song
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| They found me a piece of puzzle I climbed out the rubber I’m used to this
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| feeling
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| Knocked off the ceiling so get in position envision a mission and keeping it
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| moving
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| Can’t suffer in silence
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| Your smiles are a nightmare to my psyche
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| Thinking of pipe dreams how your love struck like lightning so frightening
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| For what it might’ve been woulda coulda’s keep on cycling
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| I must confess I’ve been such a mess and this stress effect it got the best of
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| me
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| I’m tryna hide it feeling so collided
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| But i’ve been acting hard
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| Tryna keep my face tryna keep my grace
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| So I pull out my dagger as I stagger out my back
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| Should’ve known you’d do me wrong same ol' country song
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| You ain’t gotta ask me twice to hit that dirt road (ghetto cowboy)
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| I’m burning rubber out the city with my mossy oak on (ghetto cowboy)
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| Got my fishing pole on lock and my bean boats on and the speakers rattling to
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| every dirt road song
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| You ain’t gotta ask me twice to hit that dirt road (ghetto cowboy)
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| I’m burning rubber out the city with my mossy oak on (ghetto cowboy)
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| Got my fishing pole on lock and my bean boats on and the speakers rattling to
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| every dirt road song
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| Guitar Solo |