Dirt Road Anthem lyrics
How yall doin? Yea, my name's Colt Ford
I got my boy Brantley Gilbert in here with me We just some country boys from Georgia We gonna a little something 'bout the dirt roads that we come from I'm gonna rap a little You feel like singin'? Yea brother Yea I'm chilling on a 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 turning off of real life drive, and that's right Hittin' easy street on mud tires Back in the day pots farm was the place to go Load the truck up hit the dirt road, Jump the barbwire spread the word Light the bonfire then call the girls King in the can and the Marlboro man Jack and gin were a few good men When 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 Ain't it funny how rumors spread Like I know something ya'll 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 No time for talking ya'll ain't listenin' Them old dirt roads is what ya'll missin' Yea I'm chilling on a 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 turning off of 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 cornbread 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 And 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 in a truck with four wheels Jump on in tell yo friends And we'll be raising hell where the black top ends Yea I'm chilling on a 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 turning off of real life drive, and that's right Hittin' easy street on mud tires Yea I'm chilling on a back road, Laid 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 reminiscing on the good times Said I'm turning off of real life drive, and that's right Hittin' easy street on mud tires
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