| There’s an old dirt road off of 33
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| Lord it’s been so long since it’s seen me But I’ve put many a mile across it’s back
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| I used to kick up dust in the summertime
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| Runnin’the Georgia-Florida line
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| A teenage runaway train jumpin’of the track
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| Had the windows rolled down, beer cans flyin'
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| Bocephus on the knob and a coon-dog cryin'
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| Now those days are gone in my rear-view
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| Lord all the scenes have changed
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| And the roads are all brand new
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| When my homesick heart gets the best of me
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| I hit that old dirt road off of 33
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| I was running with a bunch of friends of mine
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| Nothin’to do but shoot old stop signs
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| Half the time with the law got hot on our heels
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| Well we get cleaned up and go lookin’around
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| For a carload of girls to follow us down
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| To a run-down cabin and a party back in the fields
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| Oh God bless mama she never had a clue
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| But I got a feelin’that my daddy knew
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| Now those days are gone in my rear-view
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| Lord all the scenes have changed
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| And the roads are all brand new
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| When my homesick heart gets the best of me
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| I hit that old dirt road off of 33
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| Now those days are gone in my rear-view
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| Lord all the scenes have changed
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| And the roads are all brand new
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| When my homesick heart gets the best of me
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| I hit that old dirt road off of 33
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| I hit that old dirt road off of 33 |