Dirt Road Dont

A A A I like the way them old boots feel A I like the way black coffee tastes D I like fresh cut soy bean fields D Bm Cold beer on a Saturday 'round here Bm I aisn't no interstate E When you sit shotgun you close the gate D I'm stubborn as my grandad's mule D Wild as wild turkey too A A Apples don't fall far from trees around here D Wanna know where this boy's comin' from F#m You gotta know where this boy came from E E It's gonna take some time in an old John Deere D If you wanna see where I belong A Where they'll bury this boy's bones Bm Where this rebel so calls home E You gotta go A A Where the dirt road don't A I like the way your hand holds mine A Made a leather bench with your hair pulled back D I listened to your doll singing' Tulsa Time D Where we're goin' ain't on a map Bm You gotta place you need to see baby E If you wanna know more about me D I'm stubborn as my grandad's mule D Wild as wild turkey too A Apples don't fall far from trees around here D Wanna know where this boy's comin' from F#m You gotta know where this boy came from E It's gonna take some time in an old John Deere D If you wanna see where I belong A Where they'll bury this boy's bones Bm Where this rebel so calls home E You gotta go D D A Where the dirt road don't A F#m E Dirt road don't Bm A part of me is in this place E It'll always be that way D I'm stubborn as my grandad's mule D Wild as wild turkey too A A Apples don't fall far from trees around here D Wanna know where this boy's comin' from F#m You gotta know where this boy came from E It's gonna take some time in an old John Deere D If you wanna see where I belong A Where they'll bury this boy's bones Bm Where this rebel so calls home E You gotta go A A Where the dirt road don't D D A Dirt road don't ********************************************************************************** ============================= TUNING: HALF-STEP DOWN ============================= ********************************************************************************** SONG: DIRT ROAD DON'T (717 TAPES) ARTSIT: WARREN ZEIDERS TUNING: HALF-STEP DOWN and DROP D VIDEO: Thttps://youtu.be/JpyiCqxCVrQ TAB BY: DON CZARSKI EMAIL: [email protected] NOTE: If you want to you can also tune your guitar down a half-step in drop D and also play this song as Warren Zeiders does. This is the tab for playing it that way. DIRT ROAD DON'T (717 TAPES) WARREN ZEIDERS TUNING: HALF-STEP DOWN and DROP D CAPO: NONE (start with a bacwards strum) D D D I like the way them old boots feel D I like the way black coffee tastes G I like fresh cut soy bean fields G Em Cold beer on a Saturday 'round here Em I aisn't no interstate A When you sit shotgun you close the gate G I'm stubborn as my grandad's mule G Wild as wild turkey too D D Apples don't fall far from trees around here G Wanna know where this boy's comin' from Bm You gotta know where this boy came from A A It's gonna take some time in an old John Deere G If you wanna see where I belong D Where they'll bury this boy's bones Em Where this rebel so calls home A You gotta go D D Where the dirt road don't D I like the way your hand holds mine D Made a leather bench with your hair pulled back G I listened to your doll singing' Tulsa Time G Where we're goin' ain't on a map Em You gotta place you need to see baby A If you wanna know more about me G I'm stubborn as my grandad's mule G Wild as wild turkey too D Apples don't fall far from trees around here G Wanna know where this boy's comin' from Bm You gotta know where this boy came from A It's gonna take some time in an old John Deere G If you wanna see where I belong D Where they'll bury this boy's bones Em Where this rebel so calls home A You gotta go G G D Where the dirt road don't D Bm A Dirt road don't Em A part of me is in this place A It'll always be that way G I'm stubborn as my grandad's mule G Wild as wild turkey too D D Apples don't fall far from trees around here G Wanna know where this boy's comin' from Bm You gotta know where this boy came from A It's gonna take some time in an old John Deere G If you wanna see where I belong D Where they'll bury this boy's bones Em Where this rebel so calls home A You gotta go D D Where the dirt road don't G G D Dirt road don't