Red Dirt Town

Capo II Intro: D D G D A G D D I grew up poor on an old dirt lot, half a mile from the nearest black top G my daddy got it cheap use to be a land fill, D he helped to buy it on the G.I. Bill D life was slow on the reservation, there on the edge of the Sac and Fox Nation G D watchin the cars go by as the sun went down, A G D and I dreamed about a life far away from this red dirt town I remember the day I turned eighteen, I 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 town [Refrão]Bm G Gets in your blood, gets on your boots D it's hard to shake the dirt from your roots Bm G A you can tell by the way I look and the way I sound G 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 Chorus Instrumental: 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.