Dirt Road Anthem (Revisited) - Original Version

Hello?

Colt Ford, what's going on, brother?

BG, how you doing, son?

Doing alright, Colt, think it's about time to take it back down that dirt road though

Alright, 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, Colt

See ya in a minute

Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt road

Laid back, swerving 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 on the good times

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

Hitting easy street on mud tires (let's ride)

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

King in the can and the Marlboro man

Jack and Jim were a few good men

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

Ain't it funny how rumors spread?

Like I know something ya'll 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, ya'll ain't listening

Them old dirt roads is what ya'll missing

Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt road

Laid back, swerving like I'm George Jones

Smoke rolling out the window

An ice cold beer sitting in the console

Memory Lane up in the headlights

Just got me reminiscing on the good times

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

Hitting easy street on mud tires (let's ride)

I sit back and think about them good ole 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 ya'll 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 want to know how it feels

To get off the road and truck with four wheels

Jump on in, tell ya friends

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

Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt road

Laid back, swerving 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 on the good times

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

Hitting easy street on mud tires (hell yeah)

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

Everybody praise the Lord

I grew up, learned how to hunt and fish

Bust a twelve 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, and never back down

Don't start up something but if he's talking trash

You better throw the first punch and whoop his ass

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, swerving like I'm George Jones

Smoke rolling out the window

An ice cold beer sitting in the console

Memory Lane up in the headlights

Just got me reminiscing on the good times

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

Hitting easy street on mud tires (let's ride)

Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride

Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride

Let's ride, ride