"Hello"
"Colt Ford, what's going on brother"
"BG how you feelin' son?"
"Doing alright cuz
Think it's about time
We take 'em back down that dirt road though"
"Alright, give me one minute
Let me load this truck up with the dog in there
I'll be right there son"
"Waiting on you, cuz, see you in a minute"

Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt road
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones
Smoke rollin' out the window
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console
Memory lane up in the headlights
Got me reminiscing on them good times
Still I'm turning off of real life, driving, that's right
I'm hittin' easy street on mud tires
(That's right)

Back in the day Potts' farm was the place to go
Load the truck up hit the dirt road
Jump the barbed wire spread the word
Light the bonfire then call the girls
The king in the can and the Marlboro man
Jack and Jim were a few good men
Where you learn 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
Ain't it funny how rumors spread
Like I know something y'all 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
I'm tired of talking y'all ain't listenin'
Them old dirt roads is what y'all missin'

Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt road
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones
Smoke rollin' out the window
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console
Memory lane up in the headlights
Has got me reminiscing on the good times
Said I'm turning off of real life, driving, that's right
I'm hittin' easy street on mud tires
(That's right)

I sit back and think about them good ol' days
The way we were raised and our southern ways
We like cornbread and biscuits
And if it's broke round here we fix it
See I can take y'all 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
So if you really wanna know how it feels
To get off the road with trucks and four wheels
Jump on in, tell yo' friends
And we'll, we'll raise some hell where the black top ends

I'm chilling on a dirt road
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones
Smoke rollin' out the window
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console
Memory lane up in the headlights
Has got me reminiscing on the good times
Said I'm turning off of real life, driving, that's right
I'm hittin' easy street on mud tires
(Hell yeah)

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 talkin 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 whoop his ass
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 now, we

Chillin' on a dirt road
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones
Smoke rollin' out the window
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console
Memory lane up in the headlights
Has got me reminiscing on them good times
Said I'm turning off of real life, driving, that's right
I'm hittin' easy street on mud tires

(That's right)
(That's right, that's right)

Copyright: Songtrust Ave, Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Brantley Keith Gilbert, Colt Ford