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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brantley Gilbert
Brantley Gilbert
Vocals
Colt Ford
Colt Ford
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brantley Gilbert
Brantley Gilbert
Songwriter
Colt Ford
Colt Ford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Adam Ayan
Adam Ayan
Mastering Engineer
Brantley Gilbert
Brantley Gilbert
Producer
Jess Franklin
Jess Franklin
Co-Producer
Jonathan Waggoner
Jonathan Waggoner
Co-Producer
Ryan Gore
Ryan Gore
Mixing Engineer
Shannon Houchins
Shannon Houchins
Mixing Engineer
The Atom Brothers
The Atom Brothers
Producer

Lyrics

Hello? Colt Ford, what's going on, brother? BG, how you doing, son? Doing alright, Colt, think it's about time to take it back down that dirt road though Alright, give me one minute, let me load this truck up with the dog in there I'll be right there, son I'm waiting on you, Colt See ya in a minute Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt road Laid back, swerving like I'm George Jones Smoke rolling out the window An ice-cold beer sitting in the console Memory lane up in the headlights Got me reminiscing on the good times Said I'm turning off the real life drive and that's right Hitting easy street on mud tires (let's ride) Back in the day Potts' farm was the place to go Load the truck up, hit the dirt road Jump the barbed wire, spread the word Light the bonfire, then call the girls King in the can and the Marlboro man Jack and Jim were a few good men 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 listening Them old dirt roads is what ya'll missing Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt road Laid back, swerving like I'm George Jones Smoke rolling out the window An ice cold beer sitting in the console Memory Lane up in the headlights Just got me reminiscing on the good times Said I'm turning off the real life drive and that's right Hitting easy street on mud tires (let's ride) I sit back and think about them good ole days The way we were raised and our southern ways We like corn bread 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 But we sure do it good and we do it all night So if you really want to know how it feels To get off the road and truck with four wheels Jump on in, tell ya friends That we'll be raisin hell where the black top ends Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt road Laid back, swerving like I'm George Jones Smoke rolling out the window An ice cold beer sitting in the console Memory lane up in the headlights Got me reminiscing on the good times Said I'm turning off the real life drive and that's right Hitting easy street on mud tires (hell yeah) 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 I grew up, learned how to hunt and fish Bust a twelve gauge pump and not miss A life without work, that's just a myth Never listen when they talking shit My dad taught me how to stand my ground Be a man, boy, and never back down Don't start up something but if he's talking trash You better throw the first punch and whoop his ass Be somebody, make a name for yourself Life is hard, you go through hell There comes a time when you've got to slow down That's what we doing now Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt road Laid back, swerving like I'm George Jones Smoke rolling out the window An ice cold beer sitting in the console Memory Lane up in the headlights Just got me reminiscing on the good times Said I'm turning off the real life drive and that's right Hitting 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, ride
Writer(s): Colt Ford, Brantley Keith Gilbert Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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