Dirt Road Soldiers

F G Am F All gotta move on baby,This for my dirt road soldiers F G Am F Where yall at,I know yall on them dirt roads,Thats right,Thats right yessah F Riding down a dirt road sliding through the mud G Simple man on the radio,Spitting in my cup Am Gotta pull of the jack,Spinning up them ruts F I'm a dirt road soldier,I gotta it in my blood F I'm the last of a dying breed,I'm country to the bone G I was raised in them pine trees,Thats where i call home Am I come from the dirt road,I got it on my own F I'm a dirt road soldier,It's time to move on F Well it's time to move on,Split the real from the fake G I got what it takes ,Turn dreams into fate Am Few racks in the bank,Yeah i got'em on my own F And i'm the big buck,Gotta head full of bone F Hit a dirt road,Hell i'm redneck riding G Cross on the rear view,Cooler right beside me Am Caught like a beagle pup stuck in the briars F All a man needs is a good set of tires F A good set bridges get you life in the grip G Keep it in the ruts dont go in the ditch Am Even when you itch keep your faith and move on F And stay in the dirt even though the road is long F I'm a dirt road soldier,A hick hop general G The road so hard,The stress can make you miserable Am Yeah i'm still the same,There anint nothing changed F Yeah i'm still here,Still scratching at the game F Riding down a dirt road sliding through the mud G Simple man on the radio,Spitting in my cup Am Gotta pull of the jack,Spinning up them ruts F I'm a dirt road soldier,I gotta it in my blood F I'm the last of a dying breed,I'm country to the bone G I was raised in them pine trees,Thats where i call home Am I come from the dirt road,I got it on my own F I'm a dirt road soldier,It's time to move on F I got it in my blood,Been a rebel since birth G And i'm gonna stay that way until the day i leave the earth Am The pine tree's raised me,Camouflage baby F Yeah you dam right ,The southern way made me F Redneck crazy,I'm dirt road clean G Branding told me boy it's alright to dream Am Beer cans in my truck bed,Yeah they stacked up F Known to get rowdy,Never scared to put'em up F Dirt road baller,Truck sits taller G Bonified redneck,Dirty ass boggers Am I'm a turkey caller,Sliding through the mud F Got an old grey beard,Getting real country love F I'm the last of a dying breed,Dirt road born and raised G Hotter then the night,Down there on the river swing Am Well i spit southern frames,Sipping on 100 grain F Gotta have some pull in your heart,Just like a choker chain F Riding down a dirt road sliding through the mud G Simple man play on the radio,Spitting in my cup Am Gotta pull of the jack,Spinning up the ruts F I'm a dirt road soldier,I gotta it in my blood F I'm the last of a dying breed,I'm country to the bone G I was raised in them pine trees thats where i call home Am I come from the dirt road,I got it on my own F I'm a dirt road soldier,It's time to move on