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  I'm chillin' on a dirt road,
  back swervin' like I'm George Jones.
 Smoke  out the window,
  ice cold beer sittin' in the console.
 Memory lane  in the headlights (1)
 It's got me reminiscing on them good 
 I'm turning off of real life, drivin'  right,
 I'm hittin' easy  on mud tires. (2)
 
 Back in the day (3)  farm was the place to go.
 Load the truck up, hit  dirt road.
 Jump the barbwire, spread the word 
 Light the  then call the girls.
 The king  the can and the Marlboro man. (5)
  were a few good men.
 Where ya learned how to kiss and cuss  fight too.
 Better watch out for  boys in blue.(6)
 
 And all this  town he said, she said,
 Ain't it funny how  spread.
 Like I know something  don't know,
 Man that  is gettin' old.
 Ya better mind your business,  watch your mouth,
 Before I have to knock that loud mouth 
  tired of talkin, man, ya'll ain't listenin',
 Them old dirt roads is  ya'll missin'.
 
 [Chorus]
 I'm chillin'  a dirt road.
 Laid  swervin' like I'm George Jones.
  rollin' out the window,
 An' ice  beer sittin' in the console.
 Memory lane up in  headlights,
 It's got me reminiscing  them good times.
 I'm turning off of real  drivin' that's right,
 I'm hittin' easy  on mud tires.
 
 I sit back and think about them good ole 
 The way we were raised, and our southern 
 And  like cornbread, and biscuits,
  if it's broke round here we fix it.
  can take ya'll where ya need to go,
 Down to  hood, back in them woods.
 
 We do it different 'round  that's right,
 But we sure do it good,  we do it all night.
 See, if you  wanna know how it feels,
 To get  the road with trucks and four wheels,
 Jump on in, and man, tell your 
 We'll raise some hell (7) where the  ends.
 
 [Chorus]
 I'm chillin' on a dirt 
 Laid back swervin' like  George Jones.
 Smoke  out the window,
  ice cold beer sittin' in the console.
 Memory lane up in the 
 It's got me reminiscing on  good times.
 I'm turning off of real  driving that's right,
 I'm hittin' easy street on  tires.
 Thats right.
 
 [Chorus]
  I'm chillin' on a dirt road.
  back swervin' like I'm George Jones.
 Smoke rollin' out  window,
 And  cold beer sittin' in the console.
 Memory lane  in the headlights,
 It's got  reminiscing on them good times.
 I'm turning  of real life, drivin' that's right,
 I'm hittin' easy street on mud 
 Thats right.