Dirt Road Anthem (feat. Brantley Gilbert) (Live)

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 headlight
 It's got me reminiscin' on the good times
 Turnin' off of real life drive and that's right
 We hittin' easy street on mud tires
 Back in the day, pots farm was the place to go
 We would load the truck up, hit the dirt road
 Jump the barbwire and spread the word
 Light the bonfire then call the girls
 King in the can and the Marlboro man
 Jack and gin were the few good men
 Learned how to kiss and cuss and fight too
 Better watch out for the boys in blue
 All this small town, he said, she said
 Ain't it funny how rumors spread?
 Like I know somethin' you all don't know
 Man, this shit is gettin' old
 Better mind your business so watch your mouth
 'Fore I have to knock your loud ass out
 I'm tired of talkin', ya'll ain't listenin'
 Them old dirt roads is what you all missin'
 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 headlight
 It's got me reminiscin' on the good times
 Turnin' off of real life drive and that's right
 We hittin' easy street on mud tires
 See I sit back, think about them good old days
 The way we was raised and our southern ways
 Yeah, we like cornbread and biscuits
 And if it's broke 'round here, we fix it
 I can take ya'll where you need to go
 Down to my hood, back in them woods
 We do it different 'round here, that's right
 But we sure do it good and we do it all night
 If you really wanna know how it feels
 To get off the road in a truck with four wheels
 Jump on in, tell your friends
 We'll be raisin' hell where the black top ends
 We're chillin' on a back road
 We're laid back, swervin' like I'm George Jones
 Smoke rollin' out the window
 An ice cold beer sittin' on the console
 And memory lane up in the headlight
 Reminiscin' on the good times
 We're turnin' off of real life drive and that's right
 We hittin' easy street on mud tires
 That's right
 I was brought up in a small town up in North Georgia
 Raised on Southern Baptist morals
 In a front row pew for the Sunday roll call
 Everybody praise the Lord, ya'll
 I grew up, learned how to hunt and fish
 Bust a 12 gauge pump and not miss
 A life without work, that's just a myth
 Never listen when they talkin' shit
 My dad taught me how to stand my ground
 Be a man, boy, never back down
 Don't start up somethin' by talkin' trash
 Better throw the first punch and whip his ass
 Be somebody, make a name for yourself
 Life's hard just goin' through hell
 There comes a time when you've got to slow down
 That's what we're doin' now
 We're chillin' on
 Laid back
 Smoke
 An ice cold beer sittin' in the console
 Memory lane up in the headlights
 It's got me reminiscin' on the good times
 I'm turnin' off of real life drive and that's right
 I'm hittin' easy street on mud tires
 Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
 Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
 Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
 Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride