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 lane up in the 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
Back in the day Potts farm was the to go the truck up, hit the dirt road Jump the barbed wire, spread the Light the bonfire then call the
King in the can and the man Jack 'n' Jim a few good men Where you learned how to and cuss, and fight too Better out for the boys in blue
And all this town he said, she said Ain't it funny how spread Like I know something y'all don't Man, that 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, ain't listening Them ol' dirt roads is what y'all
Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt Laid back, swerving like I'm George rolling out the window An ice cold beer sitting in the
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
I sit back and think about them old days The way we were in our southern ways 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, back in them We do it 'round here, that's right But we sure do it good, and we do it all
So if you really to know how it feels To get off the road with trucks and four Jump on in and, man, tell your raise some hell where the black top ends
I'm chilling on a road Laid back, swerving I'm George Jones Smoke rolling out the An ice beer sitting in the console
lane 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 on mud tires, let's ride
I'm chilling on a road Laid back, swerving like I'm George Smoke rolling out the An ice cold beer in the console
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 easy street on mud tires, let's ride