Red Dirt Town
Brandon Jenkins
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Capo IIIntro: D D G D A G DD I grew up poor on an old dirt lot, half a mile from the nearest black topG my daddy got it cheap use to be a land fill,D he helped to buy it on the G.I. BillD life was slow on the reservation, there on the edge of the Sac and Fox NationG watchin the cars go by as the sunD went down,A G and I dreamed about a life farD away from this red dirt town I remember the day I turned eighteen,Continúa después del anuncioI hitched a ride to the Dairy Queen it was right across the street from the old bus stop, mama begged me not to leave but I could not stop ticket in hand and ready for adventure, felt like a slave released from indenture I'd come this far, too far to turn back now and I got away as fast as I could from this red dirt townBm G Gets in your blood, gets on your bootsD it's hard to shake the dirt from your rootsBm G you can tell by the way I lookA and the way I soundG D I come from a red dirt town I was headed for the promise land, the big city's where I'd make my stand by the time I reached the coast I was gatherin dust, after three long days on a Grey Hound bus But, the grass didn't seem as green, as it did on the movie screen those streets of gold were boarded up and run down, and I missed my life back home in that red dirt town ChorusInstrumental: F#m G D F#m G A Wasn't long till I was down and out, guess Mama knew what she was talkin about when she said there's nothin worse than bein alone, seventeen hundred miles away from home When I couldn't last another day, I made the hardest call I ever had to make Mama picked up the phone, and that's when I just broke down and she said son you can always come home to this red dirt town (Chorus) Theres a walkdown at the chorus to go to the Bm, and the intros not to hard to figure out but I didn't tab it out here.
Composición: Brandon Jenkins, John Cooper y Bradley Piccolo
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