Dirt Road Anthem [Revisted]

Yeah I'm chillin' on a dirt road. Layin' back smokin' like I'm George Jones Smoke blowin' 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 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 gin 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 somethin' y'all don't know Man this shit is gettin' old Man mind your business, watch your mouth Before I have to knock your loud ass out No time for talkin' y'all ain't listenin' Them old dirt road is what y'all missing Yeah I'm chillin' on a dirt road. Layin' back smokin' like I'm George Jones Smoke blowin' 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 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 y'all 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 sho do it good and we do it all night So if you really wanna 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 chillin' on a dirt road. Layin' back smokin' like I'm George Jones Smoke blowin' 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 Hell yeah I was brought up in a small town ??? raise on Southern Baptist morals ??? Praise the Lord y'all Whoever learned to hump a fish Bust a twelve gauge, pump and not miss Life without working is just a myth Never listen when they're talking shit My dad taught me how to stand my ground Be a man, boy, and never back down Don't start something if he's talking trash Better throw the first punch and whip his ass Beat somebody and make a name for yourself Life's hard, you go through hell There comes a time when you've got to slow down That's what we do Yeah I'm chillin' on a dirt road. Layin' back smokin' like I'm George Jones Smoke blowin' 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 That's right That's right