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