“Dirt Road” By Drew Santos

DIRT ROAD lyrics

Check, check
Give me a little more
Dirt Road Dirt Road
Sounds good Drew

You ain’t gotta ask me twice to hit that dirt road
I’m burning rubber out the city with my mossy oak on
Got my fishing pole on lock and my bean boats on and the speakers rattling to every dirt road song
You ain’t gotta ask me twice to hit that dirt road
I’m burning rubber out the city with my mossy oak on (uh uh uh)
Got my fishing pole on lock and my bean boats on and the speakers rattling to every dirt road song

She told me it ran its course horse shit she want them
Royalties opportunities without loyalties yeah it’s gonna burn
But I gotta grab my duffle bag and my country swag never looking back with my sleeping bag with my mose burg and my trucker hat
Gives a flying fuck so thats life
I’m straight from the Land I done walked these streets I done hanged these alleys
Hang with the boys from the block til the music stop
Take a country boy song to a hip hop beat
Two steps in the jam to kick up the dirt to put in my work
(ghetto cowboy)
She’s playing those games and mixing those messages (ghetto cowboy)
Telling me lies (ghetto cowboy) through he beepers jeepers creepers
When you messing with a devil in a red dress fatality to my sanity she’s looking like a georgia belle til she preaching hell better bail when you can better dodge that bullet
She shooting that crazy hate me aiming for daisies
Baby date me hate me deal or save me
All my life I’ve been doing right
But i seem to get that rattlebite that’s hard when I go to bed at night all these clouds I seen better days as i stare at clouds color grey

Ghetto Cowboy
You ain’t gotta ask me twice to hit that dirt road (ghetto cowboy)
I’m burning rubber out the city with my mossy oak on (ghetto cowboy)
Got my fishing pole on lock and my bean boats on and the speakers rattling to every dirt road song
You ain’t gotta ask me twice to hit that dirt road (ghetto cowboy)
I’m burning rubber out the city with my mossy oak on (ghetto cowboy)
Got my fishing pole on lock and my bean boats on and the speakers rattling to every dirt road song

They found me a piece of puzzle I climbed out the rubber I’m used to this feeling
Knocked off the ceiling so get in position envision a mission and keeping it moving
Can’t suffer in silence
Your smiles are a nightmare to my psyche
Thinking of pipe dreams how your love struck like lightning so frightening
For what it might've been woulda coulda’s keep on cycling
I must confess I’ve been such a mess and this stress effect it got the best of me
I’m tryna hide it feeling so collided
But i’ve been acting hard
Tryna keep my face tryna keep my grace
So I pull out my dagger as I stagger out my back
Should’ve known you’d do me wrong same ol' country song

You ain’t gotta ask me twice to hit that dirt road (ghetto cowboy)
I’m burning rubber out the city with my mossy oak on (ghetto cowboy)
Got my fishing pole on lock and my bean boats on and the speakers rattling to every dirt road song
You ain’t gotta ask me twice to hit that dirt road (ghetto cowboy)
I’m burning rubber out the city with my mossy oak on (ghetto cowboy)
Got my fishing pole on lock and my bean boats on and the speakers rattling to every dirt road song

Guitar Solo