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
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.