(feat. Colt Ford)
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[Brantley Gilbert:]
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yeah I'm chillin on a dirt road.
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Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones
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Smoke rollin' out the window
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An ice cold beer sittin in the console.
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Memory Lane up in the headlights.
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got me reminiscing on the good times
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said I'm turnin' off the real life drive and that's right
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hittin easy street on mud tires
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[Colt Ford:]
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back in the day Potts' farm was the place to go
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load the truck up hit the dirt road
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Jump the barbwire, spread the word
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light the bon fire , then call the girls
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king in the can, and the Marlboro man
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jack and gin were a few good men
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we learned how to kiss and cuss and fight too
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better watch out for the boys in blue
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and all this small town he said she said
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it aint as funny how rumors spread
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like i know somethin ya'll dont know
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man this shit is gettin old
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man mind your business watch your mouth
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before i have to knock your loud ass out
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no time for talkin ya'll aint listenin
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them old dirt road is what ya'll missing
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[Brantley Gilbert:]
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yeah I'm chillin on a dirt road.
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Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones
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Smoke rollin' out the window
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An ice cold beer sittin in the console.
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Memory Lane up in the headlights.
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got me reminiscing on the good times
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said I'm turnin' off the real life drive and that's right
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hittin easy street on mud tires
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[Colt Ford:]
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I sit back and think about them good ole days
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the way we were raised and our southern ways
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we like corn bread and biscuits
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and if its broke round here we fix it
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see i can take ya'll where you need to go
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down to my hood or back in them woods
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we do it different round here thats right
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but we sho do it good and we do it all night
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so if you really wanna know how it feels
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to get off the road and truck with four wheels
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jump on in tell ya friends
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that well be raisin hell where the black top ends
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[Brantley Gilbert:]
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yeah I'm chillin on a dirt road.
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Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones
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Smoke rollin' out the window
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An ice cold beer sittin in the console.
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Memory Lane up in the headlights.
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got me reminiscing on the good times
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said I'm turnin' off the real life drive and that's right
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hittin easy street on mud tires
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[Brantley Gilbert:]
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I was brought up in a small town in North Georgia
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raised on southern baptist morals
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in a front row pew for the Sunday roll call
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now everybody praise the lord
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i grew up learned how to hunt and fish
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bust a 12 gauge pump and not miss
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a life without work that's just a myth
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never listen when they talkin shit
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my dad taught me how to stand my ground
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be a man boy and never back down
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don't start up something but if he's talking trash
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you better throw the first punch and whip his ass
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now be somebody, make a name for yourself
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life is hard, you go through hell
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there comes a time when you've got to slow down
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that's what we doing lets go
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[Brantley Gilbert:]
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yeah I'm chillin on a dirt road.
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Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones
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Smoke rollin' out the window
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An ice cold beer sittin in the console.
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Memory Lane up in the headlights.
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got me reminiscing on the good times
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said I'm turnin' off the real life drive and that's right
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hittin easy street on mud tires
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Dirt Road Anthem (Revisited)
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Brantley Gilbert |