Tyler Ward - Dirt Road Anthem Lyrics
You know I'm chilling on the back roads,Laid back rollin to some George Jones,Smoke rollin out the window,An ice cold beer sittin in the consoleMemory lane up in the headlightsit's got me reminiscing on the good timessittin turning off the real life, driving that truckhittin easy street in mud tiresBack in the day pop bomb was the place to goLoad the truck up hit the dirt road,Jump the barbwire spread the wordLight the bon fire then call the girlsThe king in the can and the Marlboro manJack and gin were a few good friendsWhen we learned how to kiss and cuss and fight tooBetter watch out for the boys in blueAnd all this small town he said she saidain't it funny how rumors spreadLike I know something ya'll don't knowMan this shit is getting oldMan mind your business watch your mouthBefore I have to knock your loud ass outNo time for talking ya'll aint listeninThem old dirt roads is what ya'll missinYou know I'm chilling on the back roads,Laid back rollin to some George Jones,Smoke rollin out the window,An ice cold beer sittin in the consoleMemory lane up in the headlightsIt's got me reminiscing on the good timessittin turning off the real life, driving that truckhittin easy street in mud tiresI sit back and think about them good ole daysThe way we were raised and our southern waysWe like cornbread and biscuitsIf it's broke round here we fix itSee I can take ya'll where you need to goDown to my hood and back in them woodsWe do it different round here that's rightAnd we sho do it good and we do it all nightSo if you really wanna know how it feelsTo get off the road wit a truck and four wheelJump on in tell yo friendsAnd we'll be raising hell where the black top endsYou know I'm chilling on the back roads,Laid back rollin to some George Jones,Smoke rollin out the window,An ice cold beer sittin in the consoleMemory lane up in the headlightsIt's got me reminiscing on the good timessittin turning off the real life, driving that truckhittin easy street in mud tiresYeah I'm chillin on the back roadsLaid back bobbin to some George JonesSmoke rollin out the window,An ice cold beer sittin in the consoleMemory lane up in the headlightsIt's got me reminiscing on the good timessittin turning off the real life, driving that truckhittin easy street in mud tires
