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 Yeah, I'm chillin' on a dirt 
  back swervin' like I'm George Jones.
  rollin' out the window,
 An'  cold beer sittin' in the console.
 Memory lane up in the  (1)
 It's got me reminiscing  them good times.
 I'm turning off of real life, drivin' that's 
  hittin' easy street on mud tires. (2)
 
 Back in the  (3) Pott's farm was the place to go.
 Load the truck up, hit the  road.
  the barbwire, spread the word (4)
 Light the bonfire, then call  girls.
 The king in the can  the Marlboro man. (5)
 Jack'n'Jim were  few good men.
 Where ya learned  to kiss and cuss and fight too.
 Better watch  for the boys in blue.(6)
 
 And all this small town he said, she 
 Ain't it funny how  spread.
 Like I know something ya'll don't 
 Man that talk is gettin' 
 Ya  mind your business, man, watch your mouth,
 Before I have to knock that  mouth out.
 Im tired of talkin,  ya'll ain't listenin',
 Them  dirt roads is what ya'll missin'.
 
 [Chorus]
 I'm chillin'  a dirt road.
 Laid back swervin'  I'm George Jones.
  rollin' out the window,
 An' ice cold beer sittin'  the console.
 Memory lane  in the headlights,
 It's got  reminiscing on them good times.
 I'm turning  of real life, drivin' that's right,
 I'm  easy street on mud tires.
 
 I sit back and think about  good ole days.
  way we were raised, and our southern ways,
 And we like cornbread,  biscuits,
 And if it's broke round here  fix it.
 I can take  where ya need to go,
 Down to my hood, back  them woods.
 
  do it different 'round here, that's right,
 But we sure do it good, and  do it all night.
 See,  you really wanna know how it feels,
 To get off  road with trucks and four wheels,
  on in, and man, tell your friends,
 We'll raise some  (7) where the blacktop ends.
 
 [Chorus]
 I'm chillin' on a dirt 
 Laid  swervin' like I'm George Jones.
 Smoke rollin'  the window,
 An'  cold beer sittin' in the console.
 Memory lane up in  headlights,
 It's got me  on them good times.
 I'm turning off of real life,  that's right,
 I'm  easy street on mud tires.
 Thats right.
 
 [Chorus]
  I'm chillin' on a dirt road.
 Laid back swervin' like I'm  Jones.
  rollin' out the window,
 And ice cold beer sittin' in  console.
 Memory lane up in  headlights,
 It's  me reminiscing on them good times.
 I'm  off of real life, drivin' that's right,
 I'm hittin' easy street on mud 
 Thats right.