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There's an old dirt road off of 33
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Lord it's been so long since it's seen me
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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
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Old Dirt Road
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| Rhett Akins |
