Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt Laid swerving like I'm George Jones rolling out the window An ice cold beer sitting in the
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 on mud tires, let's ride
Back in the day Potts was the place to go Load the truck up, hit the dirt Jump the wire, spread the word Light the bonfire then call the
in the can and the Marlboro man Jack 'n' Jim were a few men Where you how to kiss and cuss, and fight too watch out for the boys in blue
And all this small he said, she said it funny how rumors spread Like I know something y'all don't Man, talk is getting old
You better mind business man, watch your mouth Before I to knock 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 road Laid back, swerving I'm George Jones Smoke out the window An ice beer sitting in the console
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 street on mud tires, let's
I sit back and think them good old days The way we were raised in our southern And we like cornbread and And if it's broke here, we fix it
I can take y'all you need to go Down to my hood, back in woods We do it different 'round here, right But we do it good, and we do it all night
So if you really to know how it feels To get off the road with trucks and four Jump on in and, man, your friends We'll raise some hell where the black top
I'm on a dirt road Laid back, swerving like I'm 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 turning off a real live drive and right I'm hitting street on mud tires, let's ride
I'm chilling on a road back, swerving like I'm George Jones Smoke rolling out the An ice cold beer sitting in the
Memory 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