Yeah, I'm chilling on a road Laid swerving like I'm George Jones rolling out the window An ice beer sitting in the console
Memory up in the headlights Has got me on them good times I'm turning off a real live drive and that's I'm hitting easy street on mud tires, ride
in the day Potts farm was the place to go Load the truck up, hit the road Jump the barbed wire, spread the Light the bonfire then 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 out for the boys in blue
And all this small he said, she said Ain't it funny how spread Like I 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 roads is what missing
Yeah, I'm chilling on a road Laid back, swerving like I'm George Smoke rolling out the 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, ride
I sit back and think about them good old The way we were raised in our ways And we like cornbread and And if broke 'round here, we fix it
I can take where you need 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 want to how it feels To get off the road with trucks and wheels Jump on in and, man, tell your We'll raise some hell the black top ends
I'm chilling on a dirt Laid back, swerving like I'm Jones Smoke out the window 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 drive and that's right I'm easy street on mud tires, let's ride
I'm chilling on a dirt Laid back, like I'm George Jones Smoke out the window 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 drive and right I'm easy street on mud tires, let's ride