Dirt Road Anthem (Revisited) [feat. Colt Ford]

Yeah I'm chillin' on a dirt road 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 Back in the day Potts' farm was the place to go Load the truck up, hit the dirt road Light the bonfire, then call the girls Jack and Jim were a few good men Where 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 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 ain't listenin' Them old dirt road is what ya'll missing 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 It's got me reminiscing on the good times Said I'm turnin' off the real life drive and that's right 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, back in them woods 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 That we'll be raisin Hell where the blacktop ends 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 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 Everybody praise the Lord y'all Bust a 12 gauge, pump and not miss And life without work, that's just a myth Never listen when they talkin' shit My dad taught me how to stand my ground 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's hard, you go through Hell There comes a time when you've got to slow down We're chillin' on a dirt road Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones