Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt road
Laid back swerving like I'm George Jones
Smoke rolling out the window
An ice cold beer sitting in the console
Memory lane up in the headlights
Got me reminiscing on the good times
Said, I'm turning off the real life drive and that's right
Hitting easy street on mud tires

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 bonfire , 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 ain't as funny how rumors spread
Like I know something y'all don't know
Man, this shit is getting old
Man, mind your business watch your mouth
Before i have to knock your loud ass out
No time for talking y'all ain't listening
Them old dirt road is what y'all missing

Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt road
Laid back swerving like I'm George Jones
Smoke rolling out the window
An ice cold beer sitting in the console
Memory lane up in the headlights
Got me reminiscing on the good times
Said, I'm turning off the real life drive and that's right
Hitting easy street on mud tires

I sit back and think about them good ole days
The way we were raised and our southern ways
We like corn bread and biscuits
And if its broke round here we fix it
See, I can take y'all where you need to go
Down to my hood or back in them woods
We do it different round here thats right
But we sure 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 we'll be raisin hell where the black top ends

Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt road
Laid back swerving like I'm George Jones
Smoke rolling out the window
An ice cold beer sitting in the console
Memory lane up in the headlights
Got me reminiscing on the good times
Said, I'm turning off the real life drive and that's right
Hitting easy street on mud tires

I was brought up in a small town in North Georgia
Raised on southern baptist morals
In a front row pew for the Sunday roll call
Bow, everybody praise the lord
I grew up learned how to hunt and fish
Bust a 12 gauge pump and not miss
A 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, and never back down
Don't start up something but if he's talking trash
You better throw the first punch and whip his ass
Now be somebody, make a name for yourself
Life is hard, you go through hell
There comes a time when you've got to slow down
That's what we doing, let's go

Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt road
Laid back swerving like I'm George Jones
Smoke rolling out the window
An ice cold beer sitting in the console
Memory lane up in the headlights
Got me reminiscing on the good times
Said, I'm turning off the real life drive and that's right
Hitting easy street on mud tires