Dirt Road Anthem

"How y'all doing?
Yeah, my names Colt Ford
I got my boy Brantley Gilbert in here with me
We just some country boys from Georgia
We gon' do a little something about the dirt roads
Where we come from
I'm gonna rap a little bit, you feel like singing?"
"Yeah brother"
"Let's go"

Yeah, I'm chilling 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
Has got me reminiscing on the good times
Still I'm turning off of real life, driving, that's right
I'm 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 barbed wire spread the word
Light the bonfire then call the girls
The king in the can and the Marlboro man
Jack and Jim were a few good men
Where you learn 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 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
I'm tired of talking y'all ain't listenin'
Them old dirt roads is what y'all missin'

Yeah, I'm chilling 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
Has got me reminiscing on the good times
Said I'm turning off of real life, driving, that's right
I'm 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
And we like cornbread and biscuits
If it's broke round here we fix it
I can take y'all 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
So if you really wanna know how it feels
To get off the road with trucks and four wheels
Jump on in, tell yo' friends
We'll raise some hell where the black top ends

I'm chilling 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
Has got me reminiscing on the good times
Said I'm turning off of real life, driving, that's right
I'm hittin' easy street on mud tires

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
Memory lane up in the headlights
Has got me reminiscing on them good times
Said I'm turning off of real life, driving, that's right
I'm hittin' easy street on mud tires

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(That's right, that's right, that's right)