Chords for Brantley Gilbert & Colt Ford - Dirt Road Anthem Revisited (with lyrics)

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130.05 bpm
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D

G

Bm

E

Gm

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Brantley Gilbert & Colt Ford - Dirt Road Anthem Revisited (with lyrics) chords
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[E] [D] [B]
[E] Hello?
Cold [G] Poole, what's going on, [D] man?
VG, how you feeling, son?
Doing alright, kid.
Think it's about time to take it back down that dirt road, though.
Alright, give me one [G] minute, let me load this [D] truck up, put the dog in there.
I'll be right there, son.
[G] Waiting on you, [D] kid.
See you in a minute.
[G] Hitching on the dirt [D] road, laid back, swinging [G] like I'm George [D] Jones.
[Bm] Smoke rolling [G] out the window, [D] and my school is [G] sitting in the closet.
[D]
[Bm] Memory lane up [Gm] in the [D] headlight, got me reminiscing [Gm] on a good [D] time.
[Bm] Still I'm turning [Gm] off a real life [D] driving match, here's an easy [G] street and mud [D] tire.
[E] Back in the day, [D] Pot Farm was the place to go.
Load [G] the truck up, hit the dirt road, jump the barbed wire, spread the word, [D] light the
bonfire, then call the girls.
Me and the can and the barbed wire man, Jack and Jim were a few good men [A] when we learned
[G] how to kiss, cut, fight, too.
[D] Better watch out for the boys in blue.
[Bm] And all this [G] small town, he said, she [Bm] said, ain't it funny how rumors spread like I know
[G] something y'all don't [D] know.
Man, this shit is getting old, man, mind your business, watch your mouth before I have to
knock your loud ass out.
[Bm] I'm tired [G] of talking, y'all ain't [D] listening to more dirt roads, this is what y'all missing.
[Bm] Hitching [G] on the dirt [D] road, laid back, swinging [Gm] like I'm George [D] Jones.
[Bm]
Smoke rolling [G] out the window, [D] and my school is sitting in the closet.
[G] [D]
[E] [D] [Gm] [D]
[G] [D]
[G] [D]
[E] I sit back [D] and think about them good old days, the way [G] we were raised in our southern ways.
We like cornbread and biscuits, [D] and if it's broke around here, we fix it.
See, I can take y'all where you need to go, down [Bm] to my hood, back in them woods.
We do it different [G] around here, that's [D] right, but we sure do it good, and we do [Bm] it all night.
So if you really [G] wanna know how it [Bm] feels to get off the road with trucks and four wheels,
jump on in, [G] tell your [D] friends that we're raising hell with a black cop fiend.
Hitching [G] on the dirt [D] road, laid back, swinging [G] like I'm George [D] Jones.
[Bm] Smoke rolling [Gm] out the [D] window, and my school is sitting [G] in the closet.
[D] So, [E] memory [D] lane, up in the headlight, got me reminiscing [G] all the [D] time.
Sitting turning off a real life driving match, hit an [G] easy street in one [D] time.
But hell yeah, I grew up in a small town in North Georgia, raised on some of the baddest boys.
From Rodeview to the sunny road, everybody plays along.
[Bm] Now, who up learn [G] that home bitch, [D] bust a 12-gauge pump and not miss?
Life without [G] work, that's just a [D] myth.
Never listen when they talk shit.
My dad told me [G] how to stay in my brain, [D] be a man, but with a nigga back down.
Won't [G] start a song, but if he's talking trash, [D] you better throw the first punch in his ass.
Somebody [G] make an EP [D] yourself, life's hard to go through,
hell, and there [G] comes a time when you can't slow [D] down.
That's what we [E] do, man.
[D] Hitching [G] on the dirt [D] road, laid back, [G] swinging like I'm George [Dm] Jones.
[G]
[E] Smoke [Bm] a button [G] at the [D] window, and I should go be sitting [G] at the [D] console.
[Em] Memory [D] lane, been a headlight, got me reminiscing [G] all the [D] time.
[Bm] Sitting [D] turning off a real life driving match, hit an easy [G] street in one [D] time.
Yes, [Bm] I [G] [D]
[G] [A] [Bm]
am.
[G] [D]
[Bm] Yes, I [G] [D] am.
Yes, [Bm]
I [D] am.
[Dm] [D] [G] [D] [G]
[D]
[G] [D]
[E] [D]
[G] [D]
[E] [D]
[G] [D] [Bm]
[G] [D]
[G] [D]
[Bm] [G] [D]
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D
1321
G
2131
Bm
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E
2311
Gm
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D
1321
G
2131
Bm
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Learn the basic chords of Brantley Gilbert - (Revisited) Dirt Road Anthem chords, with this master sequence: Bm, G, D and G. Set your pace at 65 BPM initially and then sync up with the song's BPM of 130. Given the song's key of D Major, adjust the capo to align with your vocal range and chord preference.

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[E] _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ [B] _
[E] Hello?
Cold [G] Poole, what's going on, [D] man?
VG, how you feeling, son?
Doing alright, kid.
Think it's about time to take it back down that dirt road, though.
Alright, give me one [G] minute, let me load this [D] truck up, put the dog in there.
I'll be right there, son.
[G] Waiting on you, [D] kid.
See you in a minute. _
_ [G] Hitching on the dirt [D] road, laid back, swinging [G] like I'm George [D] Jones. _
[Bm] Smoke rolling [G] out the window, [D] and my school is [G] sitting in the closet.
[D] _ _ _
[Bm] Memory lane up [Gm] in the [D] headlight, got me reminiscing [Gm] on a good [D] time. _
[Bm] Still I'm turning [Gm] off a real life [D] driving match, here's an easy [G] street and mud [D] tire. _
[E] Back in the day, [D] Pot Farm was the place to go.
Load [G] the truck up, hit the dirt road, jump the barbed wire, spread the word, [D] light the
bonfire, then call the girls.
Me and the can and the barbed wire man, Jack and Jim were a few good men [A] when we learned
[G] how to kiss, cut, fight, too.
[D] Better watch out for the boys in blue.
[Bm] And all this [G] small town, he said, she [Bm] said, ain't it funny how rumors spread like I know
[G] something y'all don't [D] know.
Man, this shit is getting old, man, mind your business, watch your mouth before I have to
knock your loud ass out.
[Bm] I'm tired [G] of talking, y'all ain't [D] listening to more dirt roads, this is what y'all missing.
[Bm] Hitching [G] on the dirt [D] road, laid back, swinging [Gm] like I'm George [D] Jones.
[Bm] _
Smoke rolling [G] out the window, [D] and my school is sitting in the closet.
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ _
[E] _ _ [D] _ [Gm] _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
[E] I sit back [D] and think about them good old days, the way [G] we were raised in our southern ways.
We like cornbread and biscuits, [D] and if it's broke around here, we fix it.
See, I can take y'all where you need to go, down [Bm] to my hood, back in them woods.
We do it different [G] around here, that's [D] right, but we sure do it good, and we do [Bm] it all night.
So if you really [G] wanna know how it [Bm] feels to get off the road with trucks and four wheels,
jump on in, [G] tell your [D] friends that we're raising hell with a black cop fiend.
Hitching [G] on the dirt [D] road, laid back, swinging [G] like I'm George [D] Jones. _ _
[Bm] Smoke rolling [Gm] out the [D] window, and my school is sitting [G] in the closet.
[D] _ So, [E] memory [D] lane, up in the headlight, _ got me reminiscing [G] all the _ [D] time. _
Sitting turning off a real life driving match, hit an [G] easy street in one [D] time.
But hell yeah, I grew up in a small town in North Georgia, raised on some of the baddest boys.
From Rodeview to the sunny road, everybody plays along.
[Bm] Now, who up learn [G] that home bitch, [D] bust a 12-gauge pump and not miss?
Life without [G] work, that's just a [D] myth.
Never listen when they talk shit.
My dad told me [G] how to stay in my brain, [D] be a man, but with a nigga back down.
Won't [G] start a song, but if he's talking trash, [D] you better throw the first punch in his ass.
Somebody [G] make an EP [D] yourself, life's hard to go through,
hell, and there [G] comes a time when you can't slow [D] down.
That's what we [E] do, man.
[D] Hitching [G] on the dirt [D] road, laid back, [G] swinging like I'm George [Dm] Jones.
[G]
[E] Smoke [Bm] a button [G] at the [D] window, and I should go be sitting [G] at the [D] console. _
[Em] Memory [D] lane, been a headlight, got me reminiscing [G] all the [D] time. _ _
[Bm] Sitting [D] turning off a real life driving match, hit an easy [G] street in one [D] time.
Yes, [Bm] I _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [A] _ _ [Bm] _
am.
[G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
[Bm] Yes, I [G] _ [D] am.
Yes, [Bm]
I _ [D] am.
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ [D] _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
[E] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
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[E] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [Bm] _
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[Bm] _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _

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This song was authored by Brantley Gilbert and Colt Ford.

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