Dirt Road Anthem

Chillin' on a dirt road

Laid back, swervin' like

I'm George

JonesSmoke rollin' out the window

An ice cold beer sittin' in the console

Memory lane up in the headlight

It's got me reminiscin' on the good times

Turnin' off of real life drive and that's right

We hittin' easy street on mud tires

Back in the day, pots farm was the place to go

We would load the truck up, hit the dirt road

Jump the barbwire and spread the word

Light the bonfire then call the girls

King in the can and the

Marlboro man

Jack and gin were the few good men

Learned how to kiss and cuss and fight too

Better watch out for the boys in blue

All this small town, he said, she said

Ain't it funny how rumors spread?

Like I know somethin' you all don't know

Man, this **** is gettin' old

Better mind your business so watch your mouth'

Fore I have to knock your loud ass out

I'm tired of talkin', ya'll ain't listenin'

Them old dirt roads is what you all missin'

Chillin' on a dirt road

Laid back, swervin' like

I'm George

JonesSmoke rollin' out the window

An ice cold beer sittin' in the console

Memory lane up in the headlight

It's got me reminiscin' on the good times

Turnin' off of real life drive and that's right

We hittin' easy street on mud tires

See I sit back, think about them good old days

The way we was raised and our southern ways

Yeah, we like cornbread and biscuits

And if it's broke 'round here, we fix it

I can take ya'll where you need to go

Down to my hood, back in them woods

We do it different 'round here, that's right

But we sure do it good and we do it all night

If you really wanna know how it feels

To get off the road in a truck with four wheels

Jump on in, tell your friends

We'll be raisin' hell where the black top ends

We're chillin' on a back road

We're laid back, swervin' like

I'm George

JonesSmoke rollin' out the window

An ice cold beer sittin' on the console

And memory lane up in the headlight

Reminiscin' on the good times

We're turnin' off of real life drive and that's right

We hittin' easy street on mud tires

That's right

I was brought up in a small town up in

North Georgia

Raised on

Southern Baptist morals

In a front row pew for the

Sunday roll call

Everybody praise the

Lord, ya'll

I grew up, learned how to hunt and fish

Bust a 12 gauge pump and not miss

A life without work, that's just a myth

Never listen when they talkin' ****

My dad taught me how to stand my ground

Be a man, boy, never back down

Don't start up somethin' by talkin' trash

Better throw the first punch and whip his ass

Be somebody, make a name for yourself

Life's hard just goin' through hell

There comes a time when you've got to slow down

That's what we're doin' now

We're chillin' on

Laid backSmoke

An ice cold beer sittin' in the console

Memory lane up in the headlights

It's got me reminiscin' on the good times

I'm turnin' off of real life drive and that's right

I'm hittin' easy street on mud tires

Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride

Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride

Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride

Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride