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 Yeah, I'm chillin' on a  road,
 Laid back swervin' like I'm George 
 Smoke  out the window,
 An' ice  beer sittin' in the console.
 Memory lane  in the headlights (1)
 It's got me reminiscing  them good times.
  turning off of real life, drivin' that's right,
 I'm hittin' easy street on mud  (2)
 
 Back in  day (3) Pott's farm was the place to go.
 Load the truck up, hit  dirt road.
 Jump the barbwire,  the word (4)
 Light the  then call the girls.
 The king in the can and the Marlboro man. 
 Jack'n'Jim were  few good men.
 Where ya  how to kiss and cuss and fight too.
  watch out for the boys in blue.(6)
 
 And all this small  he said, she said,
  it funny how rumors spread.
 Like I know  ya'll don't know,
  that talk is gettin' old.
 Ya better mind your business, man, watch  mouth,
 Before I have to knock that loud mouth 
 Im tired of talkin, man, ya'll  listenin',
 Them  dirt roads is what ya'll missin'.
 
 [Chorus]
 I'm chillin' on a dirt 
 Laid back  like I'm George Jones.
 Smoke  out the window,
  ice cold beer sittin' in the console.
 Memory lane up in the 
 It's got me reminiscing on them good 
 I'm turning off of real life,  that's right,
  hittin' easy street on mud tires.
 
  sit back and think about them good ole days.
 The  we were raised, and our southern ways,
 And we  cornbread, and biscuits,
 And if it's broke round  we fix it.
 I can take ya'll where ya need to 
 Down  my hood, back in them woods.
 
 We do it  'round here, that's right,
 But we sure do it  and we do it all night.
 See, if you really wanna  how it feels,
 To get off the road  trucks and four wheels,
 Jump on  and man, tell your friends,
 We'll  some hell (7) where the blacktop ends.
 
 [Chorus]
 I'm  on a dirt road.
  back swervin' like I'm George Jones.
 Smoke  out the window,
 An' ice cold beer  in the console.
 Memory lane up  the headlights,
 It's got me reminiscing on them  times.
 I'm turning  of real life, driving that's right,
 I'm hittin' easy street on mud 
 Thats right.
 
 [Chorus]
 Yeah, I'm chillin' on a dirt 
 Laid back swervin' like  George Jones.
  rollin' out the window,
 And ice cold beer sittin' in the 
 Memory lane up in the 
 It's got me reminiscing on  good times.
 I'm turning  of real life, drivin' that's right,
 I'm hittin' easy street on mud 
 Thats right.