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 Yeah, I'm chillin' on  dirt road,
 Laid back  like I'm George Jones.
 Smoke rollin' out  window,
 An' ice cold beer sittin' in the 
 Memory  up in the headlights (1)
 It's got me reminiscing on them  times.
 I'm turning off of  life, drivin' that's right,
 I'm hittin' easy street  mud tires. (2)
 
 Back in the day (3) Pott's farm  the place to go.
 Load the truck  hit the dirt road.
 Jump the barbwire,  the word (4)
 Light the bonfire, then call  girls.
 The king in  can and the Marlboro man. (5)
 Jack'n'Jim were  few good men.
 Where ya learned how to kiss and cuss and  too.
 Better watch out for the boys in 
 
 And all this small town he  she said,
 Ain't it funny how  spread.
  I know something ya'll don't know,
 Man that talk is gettin' 
 Ya better mind your  man, watch your mouth,
  I have to knock that loud mouth out.
 Im tired of talkin, man,  ain't listenin',
 Them old dirt  is what ya'll missin'.
 
 [Chorus]
 I'm chillin'  a dirt road.
 Laid back swervin' like I'm George 
 Smoke rollin' out  window,
 An' ice cold  sittin' in the console.
 Memory lane up in the 
 It's got me reminiscing on them good 
 I'm  off of real life, drivin' that's right,
 I'm hittin' easy  on mud tires.
 
 I sit back and think about  good ole days.
 The way we were raised,  our southern ways,
 And we like  and biscuits,
 And if it's broke round  we fix it.
 I  take ya'll where ya need to go,
 Down to my hood,  in them woods.
 
 We do it different 'round here, that's 
 But we sure do it good,  we do it all night.
 See, if you really  know how it feels,
 To get off the road with trucks and four 
 Jump on in, and man,  your friends,
 We'll raise some hell  where the blacktop ends.
 
 [Chorus]
 I'm  on a dirt road.
 Laid  swervin' like I'm George Jones.
  rollin' out the window,
 An' ice cold beer  in the console.
  lane up in the headlights,
 It's got  reminiscing on them good times.
  turning off of real life, driving that's right,
 I'm hittin' easy street on  tires.
 Thats right.
 
 [Chorus]
 Yeah, I'm  on a dirt road.
 Laid  swervin' like I'm George Jones.
 Smoke  out the window,
 And ice cold beer sittin' in  console.
 Memory lane up in the 
 It's got me reminiscing on them good 
 I'm turning off of  life, drivin' that's right,
 I'm hittin'  street on mud tires.
 Thats right.