Dirt Road Anthem (Revisited)

Yeah I'm chillin' on a dirt road
 Smoke rollin' out the window
 An ice cold beer sittin' in the console
 Memory lane up in the headlights
 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
 Back in the day Potts' farm was the place to go
 Load the truck up, hit the dirt road
 Light the bonfire, then call the girls
 Jack and Jim were a few good men
 Where 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 somethin ya'll dont know
 Man, this shit is gettin old
 Man, mind your business, watch your mouth
 Before I have to knock your loud ass out
 I'm tired of talkin', ya'll ain't listenin'
 Them old dirt road is what ya'll missing
 Yeah I'm chillin' on a dirt road
 Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones
 Smoke rollin' out the window
 An ice cold beer sittin' in the console
 It's got me reminiscing on the good times
 Said I'm turnin' off the real life drive and that's right
 I sit back and think about them good ole days
 The way we were raised in our Southern ways
 We like corn bread and biscuits
 And if its broke round here, we fix it
 See I can take ya'll where you need to go
 Down to my hood, back in them woods
 But we sure 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
 That we'll be raisin Hell where the blacktop ends
 Chillin' on a dirt road
 Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones
 Smoke rollin' out the window
 An ice cold beer sittin in the console
 Memory lane up in the headlights
 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
 I was brought up in a small town in North Georgia
 Raised on Southern Baptist morals
 In a front row pew for the Sunday roll call
 Everybody praise the Lord y'all
 Bust a 12 gauge, pump and not miss
 And life without work, that's just a myth
 Never listen when they talkin' shit
 My dad taught me how to stand my ground
 Don't start up something but if he's talking trash
 You better throw the first punch and whip his ass
 Now be somebody, make a name for yourself
 Life's hard, you go through Hell
 There comes a time when you've got to slow down
 We're chillin' on a dirt road
 Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones