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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
Has got me reminiscing on them
good times
I'm turning off a real live
drive and that's right
I'm hitting easy street on mud
tires, let's ride
Back in the day Potts farm was
the place to go
Load the truck up, hit the dirt
road
Jump the barbed wire, spread the
word
Light the bonfire then call the
girls
King in the can and the Marlboro
man
Jack 'n' Jim were a few good men
Where you 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 y'all don't
know
Man, that talk is getting old
You better mind your business
man, watch your mouth
Before I have to knock that loud
mouth out
I'm tired of talking, man, y'all
ain't listening
Them ol' dirt roads 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
Has got me reminiscing on them
good times
I'm turning off a real live
drive and that's right
I'm hitting easy street on mud
tires, let's ride
I sit back and think about them
good old days
The way we were raised in our
southern ways
And we like cornbread and
biscuits
And if it's broke 'round here,
we fix it
I can take y'all where you need
to go
Down to my hood, back in them
woods
We do it different 'round here,
that's right
But we sure do it good, and we
do it all night
So if you really want to know
how it feels
To get off the road with trucks
and four wheels
Jump on in and, man, tell your
friends
We'll raise some hell where the
black top ends
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
Has got me reminiscing on them
good times
I'm turning off a real live
drive and that's right
I'm hitting easy street on mud
tires, let's ride
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
Has got me reminiscing on them
good times
I'm turning off a real live
drive and that's right
I'm hitting easy street on mud
tires, let's ride
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