Brantley Gilbert ft Colt Ford



Brantley Gilbert

yeah I'm 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.

got me reminiscing on the good times

said I'm turnin' off the real life drive and that's right

hittin easy street on mud tires



Colt Ford

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 bon 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

aint it funny how rumors spread

like i know somethin ya'll dont know

man this shit is gettin old

man mind your business watch your mouth

before i have to knock your loud ass out

i'm tired of talkin ya'll aint listenin

them old dirt roads is what ya'll missing



Brantley Gilbert

yeah I'm 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.

got me reminiscing on the good times

said I'm turnin' off the real life drive and that's right

hittin easy street on mud tires



Colt Ford

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 thats right

but we sho 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 ya friends

that well be raisin hell where the black top ends



Brantley Gilbert

yeah I'm 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.

got me reminiscing on the good times

said I'm turnin' off the real life drive and that's right

hittin easy street on mud tires



Brantley Gilbert

I was brought up in a small town in North Georgia

raised on southern baptist morals

front row pew for the Sunday roll call

now everybody praise the lord yall

grew up learnin 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



yeah I'm 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.

got me reminiscing on the good times

said I'm turnin' off the real life drive and that's right

hittin easy street on mud tires

thats right

thats right

thats right                          

                          Thanks to JDM Holland AR for correcting these lyrics