Yeah, I'm chilling on a road Laid back like I'm George Jones rolling out the window An ice cold beer sitting in the
lane up in the headlights Has got me reminiscing on them good I'm off a real live drive and that's right I'm hitting easy street on mud tires, let's
in the day Potts farm was the place to go Load the truck up, hit the road Jump the barbed wire, the word the bonfire then call the girls
King in the can and the man 'n' Jim were a few good men Where you how to kiss and cuss, and fight too Better out for the boys in blue
And all this town he said, she said Ain't it funny how spread I know something y'all don't know Man, talk is getting old
You mind your business man, watch your mouth Before I have to knock that loud out I'm tired of talking, man, y'all listening Them ol' dirt roads is what y'all
Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt Laid back, swerving like I'm George Smoke out the window An ice cold beer sitting in the
lane up in the headlights Has got me reminiscing on them times I'm turning off a real live drive and that's I'm hitting street on mud tires, let's ride
I sit back and think about good old days The way we were in our southern ways And we cornbread and biscuits And if it's broke here, we fix it
I can take where you need to go to my hood, back in them woods We do it 'round here, that's right But we sure do it good, and we do it all
So if you want to know how it feels To get off the road with trucks and four Jump on in and, man, tell your We'll raise some hell the black top ends
I'm chilling on a dirt Laid back, swerving like I'm Jones Smoke out the window An ice cold sitting in the console
lane up in the headlights Has got me on them good times I'm turning off a real live drive and right I'm hitting easy street on mud tires, let's
I'm on a dirt road Laid back, swerving I'm George Jones rolling out the window An ice beer sitting in the console
Memory up in the headlights Has got me reminiscing on them good I'm turning off a live drive and that's right I'm hitting easy street on mud tires, ride