You know I'm chilling on the back roads,

Laid back rollin to some George Jones,

Smoke rollin out the window,

An ice cold beer sittin in the console

Memory lane up in the headlights

it's got me reminiscing on the good times

sittin turning off the real life, driving that truck

hittin easy street in mud tires

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

The king in the can and the Marlboro man

Jack and gin were a few good friends

When 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

ain't it funny how rumors spread

Like I know something ya'll 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 ya'll aint listenin

Them old dirt roads is what ya'll missin

You know I'm chilling on the back roads,

Laid back rollin to some George Jones,

Smoke rollin out the window,

An ice cold beer sittin in the console

Memory lane up in the headlights

It's got me reminiscing on the good times

sittin turning off the real life, driving that truck

hittin easy street in mud tires

I sit back and think about them good ole days

The way we were raised and our southern ways

We like cornbread and biscuits

If it's broke round here we fix it

See I can take ya'll where you need to go

Down to my hood and back in them woods

We do it different round here that's right

And 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 wit a truck and four wheel

Jump on in tell yo friends

And we'll be raising hell where the black top ends

You know I'm chilling on the back roads,

Laid back rollin to some George Jones,

Smoke rollin out the window,

An ice cold beer sittin in the console

Memory lane up in the headlights

It's got me reminiscing on the good times

sittin turning off the real life, driving that truck

hittin easy street in mud tires

Yeah I'm chillin on the back roads

Laid back bobbin to some George Jones

Smoke rollin out the window,

An ice cold beer sittin in the console

Memory lane up in the headlights

It's got me reminiscing on the good times

sittin turning off the real life, driving that truck

hittin easy street in mud tires