Key: F minor•
Verse 1
Daddy, a truck with a gun rack
C
Fm
And thought about leaving home
Daddy drank whiskey like water
Mama tried to stop him and he faltered
C
Fm
He sure couldn't leave me alone
Bb
Fm
Dirt poor, that's what they'd say
Bb
C
And that kind of dirt doesn't wash away
It wouldn't change what we were
C
Fm
F
Fm
Hey, hey, dirt pools
I used to think about Jesus,
tried to be more like he was
C
Fm
just got me another well
So one night when Daddy was passed out
I got the matches and the gas out
F
C
Bb
Fm
Dirt moves, that's what they'd say
F
Fm
Bb
C
And that kind of dirt doesn't wash away
It wouldn't change what we were
C
Fm
Bb
Fm
Dirt poor
Bb
C
It didn't take long for them to find us
C
Fm
An d they'll put on my grave
Bb
Fm
Dirt and hooves, that's what they'll say
Bb
C
And that kind of dirt doesn't wash away
it wouldn't change what we were
C
Fm
Fsus4
hey, hey, hey, dirt poor
Fm
Eb
Fsus4
Eb
Fsus4
Bb
Fm
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsFm Db C Bb F...
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