Upchurch, Taylor Ray Holbrook - Dirt Road Anthem lyrics
[Upchurch, Taylor Ray Holbrook - Dirt Road Anthem lyrics]
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
Have got me reminiscin' on them good times
Yeah, I'm turning off of real life drivin'
That's right
I'm hittin' easy street on mud tires
Back in the day Pott's 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
The king in the can and the Marlboro man
Jack 'n' Jim were a few good men
Where ya learned how to kiss
And cuss and fight too
Better watch out for the boys in blue
Now 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 that talk is getting old
Ya better mind your business, man
Watch your mouth
Before I have to knock that loud mouth out
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
It's got me reminiscin' on them good times
I'm turning off of real life drivin'
That's right
I'm hittin' easy street on mud tires
I sit back and think about them good ol' days
The way we were raised and our southern ways
And we like cornbread and biscuit's
And if it's broke round here we fix it
I can take y'all where you need to go
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
Have got me reminiscin' on them good times
Yeah, I'm turning off of real life drivin'
That's right
I'm hittin' easy street on mud tires
Back in the day Pott's 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
The king in the can and the Marlboro man
Jack 'n' Jim were a few good men
Where ya learned how to kiss
And cuss and fight too
Better watch out for the boys in blue
Now 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 that talk is getting old
Ya better mind your business, man
Watch your mouth
Before I have to knock that loud mouth out
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
It's got me reminiscin' on them good times
I'm turning off of real life drivin'
That's right
I'm hittin' easy street on mud tires
I sit back and think about them good ol' days
The way we were raised and our southern ways
And we like cornbread and biscuit's
And if it's broke round here we fix it
I can take y'all where you need to go