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Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt road |
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Laid back swerving like I'm George Jones |
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Smoke rolling out the window |
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An ice cold beer sitting in the console |
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Memory lane up in the headlights |
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Its got me reminiscing on them good times |
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I'm turning off a real life drive and that's right |
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I'm hitting easy street on mud tires |
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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 barbed wire, spread the word |
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Light the bonfire then call the girls |
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King in the can and the Marlboro man |
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Jack 'n' Jim were a few good men |
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Where you 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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Ain't it funny how rumors spread |
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Like I know something y'all don't know |
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Man, that talk is getting old |
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You better mind your business man, watch your mouth |
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Before I have to knock that loud mouth out |
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I'm tired of talking, man, y'all ain't listening |
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Them ol' dirt roads is what y'all missing |
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Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt road |
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Laid back, swerving like I'm George Jones |
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Smoke rolling out the window |
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An ice cold beer sitting in the console |
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Memory lane up in the headlights |
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Its got me reminiscing on them good times |
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I'm turning off a real life drive and that's right |
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I'm hitting easy street on mud tires |
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I sit back and think about them good old days |
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The way we were raised in our southern ways |
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And we like cornbread and biscuits |
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And if it's broke 'round here, we fix it |
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I can take y'all where you need to go |
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Down to my hood, back in them woods |
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We do it different round here, that's right |
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But we sure do it good and we do it all night |
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So if you really want to know how it feels |
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To get off the road with trucks and four wheels |
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Jump on in and, man, tell your friends |
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We'll raise some hell where the black top ends |
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I'm chilling on a dirt road |
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Laid back, swerving like I'm George Jones |
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Smoke rolling out the window |
|
An ice cold beer sitting in the console |
|
Memory lane up in the headlights |
|
Its got me reminiscing on them good times |
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I'm turning off a real life drive and that's right |
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I'm hitting easy street on mud tires, let's ride |
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Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt road |
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Laid back, swerving like I'm George Jones |
|
Smoke rolling out the window |
|
An ice cold beer sitting in the console |
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Memory lane up in the headlights |
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Its got me reminiscing on them good times |
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I'm turning off a real life drive and that's right |
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I'm hitting easy street on mud tires, let's ride |
