Bài hát Dirt Road Anthem (Revisited) Báo Lỗi

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

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

Jump the barbwire, spread the word

Light the bon fire, 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 aint as 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

No time for talkin ya'll aint 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

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 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 ya'll

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 well be raisin hell where the black top ends

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

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

Now 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 lets go

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

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