Chillin' on a dirt road Laid back, swervin' like I'm George JonesSmoke rollin' out the window An ice cold beer sittin' in the console Memory lane up in the headlight It's got me reminiscin' on the good times Turnin' off of real life drive and that's right We hittin' easy street on mud tires Back in the day, pots farm was the place to go We would load the truck up, hit the dirt road Jump the barbwire and spread the word Light the bonfire then call the girls King in the can and the Marlboro man Jack and gin were the few good men Learned how to kiss and cuss and fight too Better watch out for the boys in blue All this small town, he said, she said Ain't it funny how rumors spread? Like I know somethin' you all don't know Man, this shit is gettin' old Better mind your business so watch your mouth' Fore I have to knock your loud ass out I'm tired of talkin', ya'll ain't listenin' Them old dirt roads is what you all missin' Chillin' on a dirt road Laid back, swervin' like I'm George JonesSmoke rollin' out the window An ice cold beer sittin' in the console Memory lane up in the headlight It's got me reminiscin' on the good times Turnin' off of real life drive and that's right We hittin' easy street on mud tires See I sit back, think about them good old days The way we was raised and our southern ways Yeah, we like cornbread and biscuits And if it's broke 'round here, we fix it I can take ya'll where you need to go Down to my hood, 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 If you really wanna know how it feels To get off the road in a truck with four wheels Jump on in, tell your friends We'll be raisin' hell where the black top ends We're chillin' on a back road We're laid back, swervin' like I'm George JonesSmoke rollin' out the window An ice cold beer sittin' on the console And memory lane up in the headlight Reminiscin' on the good times We're turnin' off of real life drive and that's right We hittin' easy street on mud tires That's right I was brought up in a small town up in North Georgia Raised on Southern Baptist morals In a front row pew for the Sunday roll call Everybody praise the Lord, ya'll 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, never back down Don't start up somethin' by talkin' trash Better throw the first punch and whip his ass Be somebody, make a name for yourself Life's hard just goin' through hell There comes a time when you've got to slow down That's what we're doin' now We're chillin' on Laid backSmoke An ice cold beer sittin' in the console Memory lane up in the headlights It's got me reminiscin' on the good times I'm turnin' off of real life drive and that's right I'm hittin' easy street on mud tires Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride