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