Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt Laid back like I'm George Jones Smoke rolling out the 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 that's I'm easy street on mud tires, let's ride
in the day Potts farm was the place to go Load the truck up, hit the dirt the barbed wire, spread the word Light the then call the girls
King in the can and the man Jack 'n' Jim were a few men Where you how to kiss and cuss, and fight too Better watch out for the boys in
And all small 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 better mind your man, watch your mouth Before I have to knock loud mouth out I'm tired of talking, man, y'all listening Them ol' dirt roads is what y'all
Yeah, I'm on a dirt road back, swerving like I'm George Jones Smoke rolling out the An ice cold beer in the console
Memory lane up in the Has got me reminiscing on good times I'm turning off a real live and that's right I'm hitting street on mud tires, let's ride
I sit back and think about good old days The way we raised in our southern ways And we like cornbread and And if it's 'round here, we fix it
I can take y'all where you to go to my hood, back in them woods We do it different 'round here, that's But we sure do it good, and we do it all
So if you really want to how it feels To get off the road with trucks and wheels Jump on in and, man, tell friends raise some hell where the black top ends
I'm chilling on a dirt Laid back, swerving I'm George Jones Smoke rolling out the An ice cold sitting in the console
lane up in the headlights Has got me on them good times I'm off a real live drive and that's right I'm easy street on mud tires, let's ride
I'm chilling on a road Laid back, like I'm George Jones Smoke rolling out the An ice cold beer sitting in the
Memory lane up in the Has got me reminiscing on them times I'm turning off a real live and that's right I'm hitting easy street on mud tires, let's