Yeah, I'm chilling on a road back swerving like I'm George Jones Smoke out the window An ice cold beer in the console
Memory lane up in the Has got me on them good times I'm off a real live drive and that's right I'm easy street on mud tires, let's ride
Back in the day Potts was the place to go Load the truck up, hit the road Jump the wire, spread the word Light the bonfire then call the
King in the can and the man Jack 'n' Jim a few good men Where you how to kiss and cuss, and fight too Better 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, that is getting old
You mind your business man, watch your mouth I have to knock that loud mouth out I'm tired of talking, man, y'all ain't Them ol' dirt roads is what missing
Yeah, I'm chilling on a road Laid back, swerving like I'm George 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 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 and biscuits And if it's broke here, we fix it
I can take y'all where you to go Down to my hood, in them woods We do it 'round here, that's right But we sure do it good, and we do it all
So if you really want to know how it To get off the with trucks and four wheels Jump on in and, man, your friends We'll raise some hell where the black top
I'm chilling on a road Laid back, like I'm George Jones Smoke out the window An ice beer sitting in the console
Memory up in the headlights Has got me reminiscing on them good I'm turning off a real drive and that's right I'm hitting street on mud tires, let's ride
I'm chilling on a road Laid back, swerving like I'm Jones rolling 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 that's I'm hitting easy street on mud tires, let's