Yeah I′m chillin' on a dirt road

Smoke rollin′ out the windowAn 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