Dirt Road Anthem lyrics
How ya'll doing?
Yeah My name is Colt ford I got my boy Brantley Gilbert in here with me. We just some kuntry boys from GA. We gone do a lil somethin bout them dirt roads That we come from Imma rap a lil bit, you feel like singin'? Yeah brotha. Lets go Brantley gilbert Yeah I'm chillin on the back road. Laid back rollin to some George Jones Smoke blowin out the window An ice cold beer sittin in the console. Memory Lane up in the headlights. It's 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 It aint as funny how rumors spread Like I know somethin ya'll don't know Man this shit is gettin old Man mind your buisness watch your mouth Before I have to knock your loud ass out No time for talkin ya'll aint listenin Them old dirt road is what ya'll missing Brantley gilbert You know I'm chillin on the back roads Laid back rollin to some George Jones Smokin blowin out the window An ice cold beer sittin in the console Memory lane up in the headlights It's 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 out southern ways We like corn bread and biscuits And if it's 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 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 Brantley gilbert Yeah I'm chillin on them backroads Layin back bobbin to some george jones Smoke blowin out the window An ice cold beer sittin in the console Memory lane up in the headlights It's got me reminicing on the good times Said I'm turnin' off the real life drive and that's right Hittin easy street on mud tires
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