Yeah I'm chillin' on a dirt road.
Layin' back smokin' like I'm George Jones
Smoke blowin' out the window
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console.
Memory Lane up in the headlights.
Got me reminiscing on the good times
Said I'm turnin' off the real life drive and that's right
Hittin' easy street on mud tires
Back in the day Potts' farm was the place to go
Load the truck up hit the dirt road
Jump the barbwire, spread the word
Light the bon fire, then call the girls
King in the can, and the Marlboro man
Jack and gin were a few good men
We learned how to kiss and cuss and fight too
Better watch out for the boys in blue
And all this small town he said, she said
It ain't as funny how rumors spread
Like I know somethin' y'all don't know
Man this sh** is gettin' old
Man mind your business, watch your mouth
Before I have to knock your loud a** out
No time for talkin' y'all ain't listenin'
Them old dirt road is what y'all missing
Yeah I'm chillin' on a dirt road.
Layin' back smokin' like I'm George Jones
Smoke blowin' out the window
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console.
Memory Lane up in the headlights.
Got me reminiscing on the good times
Said I'm turnin' off the real life drive and that's right
Hittin' easy street on mud tires
I sit back and think about them good ole days
The way we were raised and our southern ways
We like corn bread and biscuits
And if its broke round here we fix it
See I can take y'all where you need to go
Down to my hood or back in them woods
We do it different round here that's right
But we sho do it good and we do it all night
So if you really wanna know how it feels
To get off the road and truck with four wheels
Jump on in, tell ya friends
That well be raisin hell where the black top ends
Yeah I'm chillin' on a dirt road.
Layin' back smokin' like I'm George Jones
Smoke blowin' out the window
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console.
Memory Lane up in the headlights.
Got me reminiscing on the good times
Said I'm turnin' off the real life drive and that's right
Hittin' easy street on mud tires
Hell yeah
I was brought up in a small town
??? raise on Southern Baptist morals
???
Praise the Lord y'all
Whoever learned to hump a fish
Bust a twelve gauge, pump and not miss
Life without working is just a myth
Never listen when they're talking sh**
My dad taught me how to stand my ground
Be a man, boy, and never back down
Don't start something if he's talking trash
Better throw the first punch and whip his a**
Beat somebody and make a name for yourself
Life's hard, you go through hell
There comes a time when you've got to slow down
That's what we do
Yeah I'm chillin' on a dirt road.
Layin' back smokin' like I'm George Jones
Smoke blowin' out the window
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console.
Memory Lane up in the headlights.
Got me reminiscing on the good times
Said I'm turnin' off the real life drive and that's right
Hittin' easy street on mud tires
That's right
That's right