Yeah I'm chilling on a dirt road
 Laid back swerving like I'm George Jones
 Smoke rolling out the window
 An ice cold beer sitting in the console
 Memory Lane up in the headlights
 Got me reminiscing on the good times
 Said I'm turning off the real life drive and that's right
 Hitting 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 bone 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 ain't as funny how rumors spread
 Like i know something ya'll don't know
 Man this shit is getting old
 Man mind your business watch your mouth
 Before i have to knock your loud ass out
 No time for talking ya'll ain't listening
 Them old dirt road is what ya'll missing
 Yeah I'm chilling on a dirt road
 Laid back swerving like I'm George Jones
 Smoke rolling out the window
 An ice cold beer sitting in the console
 Memory Lane up in the headlights
 Got me reminiscing on the good times
 Said I'm turning off the real life drive and that's right
 Hitting 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 that's right
 But we sure do it good and we do it all night
 So if you really want to 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 chilling on a dirt road
 Laid back swerving like I'm George Jones
 Smoke rolling out the window
 An ice cold beer sitting in the console
 Memory Lane up in the headlights
 Got me reminiscing on the good times
 Said I'm turning off the real life drive and that's right
 Hitting 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 talking 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 chilling on a dirt road
 Laid back swerving like I'm George Jones
 Smoke rolling out the window
 An ice cold beer sitting in the console
 Memory Lane up in the headlights
 Got me reminiscing on the good times
 Said I'm turning off the real life drive and that's right
 Hitting easy street on mud tires