Hello?
Cold 4, what's going on brother?
BG, how you feeling son?
Doing alright Cud.
Think it's about time to take em back down that dirt road though.
Hey,
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 Cud, see you in a minute.
You and Chilling on a dirt road
Laying back, swerving like I'm George Jones
Rolling out the window,
a nice cold bitch sitting in the console
Memory laying up in the headlight,
got me reminiscing on the good times
Sitting,
turning off a real loud drive in Nashville,
hitting easy street on mud tires
Back in the day,
Pot Farm was the place to go,
load the truck up,
hit the dirt road
Jump the barbed wire,
spread 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,
cuss,
fight too,
better watch out for the boys in blue
In 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 * 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 listening to me,
dirt road is what y'all missing
Chilling on a dirt road,
laying back,
swerving like I'm George Jones
Rolling out the window,
a nice cold bitch sitting in the console
Memory laying up in the headlight,
got me reminiscing on the good times
Sitting,
turning off a real loud drive in Nashville,
hitting easy street on mud tires
I sit back,
think about them good old days,
the way we were raised in our southern ways
We like cornbread and biscuits,
and if it's broke around here,
we fix it
See I can take y'all where you need to go,
down to my hood,
back in them woods
We do it different around 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 with a black top P
Chilling on a dirt road,
laying back,
swerving like I'm George Jones
Rolling out the window,
a nice cold bitch sitting in the console
Memory laying up in the headlight,
got me reminiscing on the good times
Sitting,
turning off a real loud drive in Nashville,
hitting easy street on mud tires
I sit back,
think about them good old days,
the way we were raised in our southern ways
We do it different around here,
that's right,
but we sure do it good,
and we do it all night
with a black top P Chilling on a dirt road,
laying back,
swerving
like I'm George Jones Rolling out the window,
a nice cold bitch
sitting in the console Memory laying up in the headlight,
got me
reminiscing on the good times Sitting,
turning off a real loud drive in
Nashville, hitting easy street on mud tires
That's right
That's right
That's right