Dirt Road Anthem (Revisited) [feat. Colt Ford]

Hello

Colt Ford, what's going on brother?

B.G., how you been my son?

Doin' all right, good

Think it's about time to take it back down that dirt road though

All right, give me one minute

Let me load this truck up with the dog in there

I'll be right there, son

I'm waitin' on your cuz, see you in a minute

Yeah I'm chilling on a dirt road

Laid back, swervin' 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 me on the good times

Said, I'm turning off the real life drive and that's right

Hittin' easy street on mud tires, that's right

Back in the day Potts' farm was the place to go

Load the truck up, hit the dirt road

Jump the barbwire, 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

When 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

It ain't as funny how rumors spread

Like I know something y'all 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, y'all ain't listening

Them old dirt road is what y'all missing

Yeah I'm chilling on a dirt road

Laid back, swervin' 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 me on the good times

Said, I'm turning off the real life drive and that's right

Hittin' easy street on mud tires, that's right

I sit back and think about them good ol' 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 y'all 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 wanna know how it feels

To get off the road with truck and four wheels

Jump on in, tell your friends

That we'll be raising hell where the black top ends

Yeah I'm chilling on a dirt road

Laid back, swervin' 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 me on the good times

Said, I'm turning off the real life drive and that's right

Hittin' easy street on mud tires, that's right

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

Now everybody praise the lord

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 talking shit

My dad taught me how to stand my ground

Be a man, boy, never back down

Don't start 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 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, swervin' 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 me on the good times

Said, I'm turning off the real life drive and that's right

Hittin' easy street on mud tires, that's right