My Buddy Jake said hey its spring break so I picked him up in my truck
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we rode into town and there we found a cantina and sorority bus
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I started trading my lines with a tall blond hair kappa delta
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She said boy what school are you from I said I'd be happy to tell ya
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[CHORUS:]
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I'm from the dirt road poison ivy league of campfires, guitars, and river swings
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Got the good life down and if you hang around we can get a little dust on that collar
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Cause I'm a genuine, certified dirt road scholar
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Graduated the top of the school of hard knocks
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pass the bar anytime I ain't thirsty
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my country clubs exclusive to none but a fishing pole would come in handy
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no you ain't really lived till you get chill bumps from a coyote cry
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or fine dine till you've cooked on a mountain
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lightning bugs for candle light, yeah...
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[CHORUS:]
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I'm from the dirt road poison ivy league of campfires, guitars, and river swings
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Got the good life down and if you hang around we can get a little dust on that collar
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Cause I'm a genuine, certified dirt road scholar...
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I'm from the dirt road poison ivy league of campfires, guitars, and river swings
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Got the good life down and if you hang around we can get a little dust on that collar
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Cause I'm a genuine, Alumni certified, give you a country time, love to treat you right, wrapped in a blanket tight, sing
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you to sleep at night, dirt road scholar...
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Dirt Road Scholar
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| Dean Brody |
