Yeah, I'm chilling on a road Laid back swerving like I'm George rolling out the window An ice cold beer in the console
Memory up in the headlights 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, ride
Back in the day Potts farm was the to go Load the truck up, hit the dirt Jump the barbed wire, spread the 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 out for the boys in blue
And all this small town he said, she it funny how rumors spread Like I know something y'all know Man, that talk is old
You better mind your business man, watch your Before I 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 like I'm George rolling out the window An ice cold sitting in the console
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
I sit back and think about 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 y'all where you need to go Down to my hood, in them woods We do it different here, that's right 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 on in and, man, tell your friends We'll raise some hell the black top ends
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 on them good times I'm turning off a real live drive and right I'm hitting easy on mud tires, let's ride
I'm chilling on a dirt back, swerving like I'm George Jones Smoke rolling out the An ice cold beer in the console
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 easy on mud tires, let's ride