There's an old dirt road off of 33 Lord it's been so long since it's seen me
But I've put many a mile across it's back
I used to kick up dust in the summertime runnin' the Georgia-Florida line
A teenage runaway train jumpin' of the track
Had the windows rolled down beer cans flyin'
Bocephus on the knob and a coon-dog cryin'

Now those days are gone in my rear view
Lord all the scenes have changed and the roads are all brand new
When my homesick heart gets the best of me
I hit that old dirt road off of 33

I was runnin' with a bunch of friends of mine nothin' to do but shoot old stop signs
Half the time with the law got hot on our heels
Well we get cleaned up and go lookin' around for a carload of girls to follow us down
To a run-down cabin and a party back in the fields
Oh God bless mama she never had a clue but I got a feelin' that my daddy knew

Now those days are gone in my rear view...
[ fiddle - guitar - dobro ]
Now those days are gone in my rear view...
I hit that old dirt road off of 33