| yeah I’m chillin on a dirt road.
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| Laid back swervin' like I’m George Jones
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| Smoke rollin' out the window
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| An ice cold beer sittin in the console.
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| Memory Lane up in the headlights.
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| got me reminiscing on the good times
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| said I’m turnin' off the real life drive and that’s right
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| hittin 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 barbwire, spread the word
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| light the bon fire, then call the girls
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| king in the can, and the Marlboro man
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| Jack and Jim were a few good men
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| we 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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| it aint as funny how rumors spread
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| like i know somethin ya’ll dont know
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| man this shit is gettin old
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| man mind your business watch your mouth
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| before i have to knock your loud ass out
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| no time for talkin ya’ll aint listenin
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| them old dirt road is what ya’ll missing
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| yeah I’m chillin on a dirt road.
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| Laid back swervin' like I’m George Jones
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| Smoke rollin' out the window
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| An ice cold beer sittin in the console.
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| Memory Lane up in the headlights.
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| got me reminiscing on the good times
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| said I’m turnin' off the real life drive and that’s right
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| hittin easy street on mud tires
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| I sit back and think about them good ole days
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| the way we were raised and our southern ways
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| we like corn bread and biscuits
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| and if its broke round here we fix it
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| see i can take ya’ll where you need to go
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| down to my hood or back in them woods
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| we do it different round here thats 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 wanna know how it feels
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| to get off the road and truck with four wheels
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| jump on in tell ya friends
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| that well be raisin hell where the black top ends
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| yeah I’m chillin on a dirt road.
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| Laid back swervin' like I’m George Jones
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| Smoke rollin' out the window
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| An ice cold beer sittin in the console.
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| Memory Lane up in the headlights.
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| got me reminiscing on the good times
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| said I’m turnin' off the real life drive and that’s right
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| hittin easy street on mud tires
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| I was brought up in a small town in North Georgia
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| raised on southern baptist morals
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| in a front row pew for the Sunday roll call
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| now everybody praise the lord
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| i grew up learned how to hunt and fish
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| bust a 12 gauge pump and not miss
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| a life without work that’s just a myth
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| never listen when they talkin shit
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| my dad taught me how to stand my ground
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| be a man boy and never back down
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| don’t start up something but if he’s talking trash
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| you better throw the first punch and whip his ass
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| now be somebody, make a name for yourself
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| life is hard, you go through hell
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| there comes a time when you’ve got to slow down
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| that’s what we doing lets go
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| yeah I’m chillin on a dirt road.
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| Laid back swervin' like I’m George Jones
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| Smoke rollin' out the window
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| An ice cold beer sittin in the console.
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| Memory Lane up in the headlights.
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| got me reminiscing on the good times
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| said I’m turnin' off the real life drive and that’s right
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| hittin easy street on mud tires |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dirt Road Anthem (Revisited) , by - Brantley Gilbert. Song from the album Read Me My Rights, in the genre Кантри