Lyrics:

My Buddy Jake said hey its spring break so I picked him up in my truck
We rode into town and there we found a cantina and sorority bus
I started trading my lines with a tall blond hair kappa delta
She said boy what school are you from I said I'd be happy to tell ya

CHORUS:
I'm from the dirt road poison ivy league of campfires, guitars, and river swings
Got the good life down and if you hang around we can get a little dust on that collar
Cause I'm a genuine, certified dirt road scholar

Graduated the top of the school of hard knocks
Pass the bar anytime I ain't thirsty
My country clubs exclusive to none but a fishing pole would come in handy
No you ain't really lived till you get chill bumps from a coyote cry
Or fine dine till you've cooked on a mountain
Lightning bugs for candle light, yeah...

CHORUS:
I'm from the dirt road poison ivy league of campfires, guitars, and river swings
Got the good life down and if you hang around we can get a little dust on that collar
Cause I'm a genuine, certified dirt road scholar...

I'm from the dirt road poison ivy league of campfires, guitars, and river swings
Got the good life down and if you hang around we can get a little dust on that collar
Cause I'm a genuine, Alumni certified, give you a country time, love to treat you right, wrapped in a blanket tight, sing
You to sleep at night, dirt road scholar...