Yeah, I'm chilling on a road Laid back swerving like I'm George 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 live and that's right I'm hitting easy street on mud tires, let's
Back in the day Potts farm was the to go Load the truck up, hit the road 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 and cuss, and fight too watch out for the boys in blue
And all small town he said, she said Ain't it funny how spread Like I know something don't know Man, talk is getting old
You mind your business man, watch your mouth Before I to knock that loud mouth out I'm tired of talking, man, y'all ain't ol' dirt roads 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 beer sitting in the console
Memory lane up in the 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 sit and think about them good old days The way we were raised in our ways And we like cornbread and And if it's broke here, we fix it
I can take y'all where you to go Down to my hood, back in woods We do it different 'round here, that's But we do it good, and we do it all night
So if you really to know how it feels To get off the with trucks and four wheels Jump on in and, man, tell friends We'll raise some hell where the black top
I'm chilling on a dirt 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 turning off a real live drive and right I'm hitting easy street on mud tires, ride
I'm chilling on a road Laid back, swerving I'm George Jones Smoke out the window An ice beer sitting in the console
lane up in the headlights Has got me reminiscing on them times I'm turning off a real live drive and right I'm hitting easy on mud tires, let's ride