Brantley Gilbert:
yeah I'm chillin on a dirt road.
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones
Smoke rollin' out the window
An ice cold beer sittin in the console.
Memory Lane up in the headlights.
got me reminiscing on the good times
said I'm turnin' off the real life drive and that's right
hittin easy street on mud tires
Colt Ford
back in the day Potts' farm was the place to go
load the truck up hit the dirt road
Jump the barbwire, spread the word
light the bon fire , then call the girls
king in the can, and the Marlboro man
Jack and Jim were a few good men
we learned how to kiss and cuss and fight too
better watch out for the boys in blue
and all this small town he said she said
it aint as funny how rumors spread
like i know somethin ya'll dont know
man this shit is gettin old
man mind your business watch your mouth
before i have to knock your loud ass out
i'm tired of talkin ya'll aint listenin
them old dirt road is what ya'll missing
Brantley Gilbert
yeah I'm chillin on a dirt road.
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones
Smoke rollin' out the window
An ice cold beer sittin in the console.
Memory Lane up in the headlights.
got me reminiscing on the good times
said I'm turnin' off the real life drive and that's right
hittin easy street on mud tires
Colt Ford
I sit back and think about them good ole days
the way we were raised in our southern ways
we like corn bread and biscuits
and if its broke round here we fix it
see i can take ya'll where you need to go
down to my hood or back in them woods
we do it different round here thats right
but we sho do it good and we do it all night
so if you really wanna know how it feels
to get off the road and truck with four wheels
jump on in tell ya friends
that well be raisin hell where the black top ends
Brantley Gilbert
yeah I'm chillin on a dirt road.
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones
Smoke rollin' out the window
An ice cold beer sittin in the console.
Memory Lane up in the headlights.
got me reminiscing on the good times
said I'm turnin' off the real life drive and that's right
hittin easy street on mud tires
Brantley Gilbert
I was brought up in a small town in North Georgia
raised on southern baptist morals
all on a pew for the Sunday roll call
everybody praise the lord ya'll,
grew up learnin' how to hunt and fish
bust a 12 gauge pump and not miss
life without work that's just a myth
never listen when they talkin shit
my dad taught me how to stand my ground
be a man boy never back down
don't start it son but if he's talking trash
you better throw the first punch and whip his ass
be somebody, make a name for yourself
life's hard, you go through hell
there comes a time when you've got to slow down
that's what we doing now
Brantley Gilbert
yeah I'm chillin on a dirt road.
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones
Smoke rollin' out the window
An ice cold beer sittin in the console.
Memory Lane up in the headlights.
got me reminiscing on the good times
said I'm turnin' off the real life drive and that's right
hittin easy street on mud tires
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