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Dm _ .
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F I was raised off of Route 3, _ out past where the _ blacktop ends.
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We'd walk to church on Sunday morning,
Bb race barefoot back to Johnson's
F Fence.
_ _ That's where I first saw Mary, _ .
C on that roadside picking _
Dm blackberries.
That summer I turned a
Bb corner in my soul, down that
C _ red
F dirt road.
_ It's where I drank my first
C beer.
_ _ It's where I found
Dm Jesus.
_ Where I wrecked my first
Bb car, I tore it all to pieces.
_
F _ .
_ I learned the path to heaven
C.
is full of sinners and believers.
Dm _ .
Learning happiness on earth
Bb ain't just for high _ achievers.
Gm I've heard, I've come
F to know, there's
Bb life in poor
C kids on that red
F dirt road.
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Am _ _ _ _
Dm _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _
F Her daddy didn't like me much, in
C my shackled-up GTO.
_ _ _
F.
I'd sneak out in the middle of the night, throw rocks
Bb at her bedroom window.
_
F _ .
_ _ We'd turn out the headlights,
C _ _ _ drive by the
Dm moonlight,.
talk about what the _ future
Bb might hold,
C down that red
F dirt road.
_ It's where I drank my first
C beer.
_ It's where I found
Dm Jesus.
_ Where I wrecked my first
Bb car, I tore it all to pieces.
_
F _ .
_ I learned the path to heaven
C.
is full of sinners and believers.
Dm _ .
Learning happiness on earth
Bb ain't just for high _ _
Gm achievers.
I've heard, I've come
F to know, there's
Bb life in poor kids
C on that red
F dirt road.
I went out _ _
Dm _ .
_ _ _
Bb _ _ _ _
F _ .
_ _ _
Am _ _ _ _
Dm _ .
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Gm _ .
into
F the world, and
Bb I came back
C in.
Gm _ _ .
_ I lost
F Mary, oh
Bb I got her back again.
_ _ _ _
Gm.
And driving home
F tonight, feels like I
Bb found a long lost
C _ friend.
_ _ .
_ _ _
F _ _ It's where I drank my first
C beer.
_ It's where I found _
Dm Jesus.
_ Where I wrecked my first
Bb car, I tore it all to _
F pieces.
_ _ I learned the path to heaven
C is full of sinners and believers.
Dm _ Learning happiness on earth
Bb ain't just for high _ achievers.
Gm I've heard, I've come
F to know, there's
Bb life in poor
C kids on that red
F dirt road.
I went out
Am into the world, and I came back in.
Dm _ _ _ _ _
Bb _
C _ _
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Am _ .
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Dm _ _ _ _
Bb _ .
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