Yeah, I'm on a dirt road Laid back like I'm George Jones rolling out the window 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
in the day Potts farm was the place to go Load the truck up, hit the road Jump the barbed wire, spread the the bonfire then call the girls
King in the can and the man Jack 'n' Jim a few good men you learned how to kiss and cuss, and fight too Better watch out for the in blue
And all this town he said, she said it funny how rumors spread Like I something y'all don't know Man, talk is getting old
You better mind your business man, your mouth Before I have to knock that loud out I'm tired of talking, man, y'all listening Them ol' dirt roads is what missing
Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt Laid back, like I'm George Jones Smoke out the window An ice beer sitting in the console
lane up in the headlights Has got me on them good times I'm turning off a live drive and that's 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 broke 'round here, we fix it
I can take y'all you need to go Down to my hood, back in them 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 on in and, man, tell your friends We'll raise some hell where the black top
I'm chilling on a road back, swerving like I'm George Jones Smoke out the window An ice cold beer sitting in the
Memory up in the headlights Has got me reminiscing on good 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 road Laid back, like 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 them good I'm turning off a real live drive and that's I'm easy street on mud tires, let's ride