How ya'll doing? 

yeah My name is Colt ford 

I got my boy Brantley Gilbert in here with me. 

We just some kuntry boys from GA. 

We gone do a lil somethin bout them dirt roads 

that we come from 

Imma rap a lil bit, you feel like singin'? 

yeah brotha. Lets go 





brantley gilbert-- 



yeah im chillin on the back road. 

Laid back rollin to some George Jones 

Smoke blowin out the window 

An ice cold beer sittin in the console. 

Memory Lane up in the headlights. 

its got me reminiscing on the good times 

sittin turnin off the real life, driving that truck 

hittin easy street in mud tires 



colt ford-- 





back in the day pop bomb 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 gin 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 buisness watch your mouth 

before i have to knock your louds out 

no time for talkin ya'll aint listenin 

them old dirt road is wat ya'll missing 





brantley gilbert-- 



you know im chillin on the back roads 

laid back rollin to some George Jones 

smokin blowin out the window 

an ice cold beer sittin in the console 

Memory lane up in the headlights 

its got me reminicing on the good times 

sittin turnin off the real life, drivin that truck 

hittin easy street in mud tires 



colt ford-- 



i sit back and think about them good ole days 

the way we were raised and out 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 diffrent 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 im chillin on them backroads 

layin back bobbin to some george jones 

smoke blowin out the window 

an ice cold beer sittin in the console 

memory lane up in the headlights 

its got me reminicing on the good times 

sittin turnin off the real life, drivin that truck 

hittin easy street in mud tires