Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bottoms Up , by - Brantley Gilbert. Release date: 31.12.2014
Song language: English
Bottoms Up |
| 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 |
| Its got me reminiscing on them good times |
| I’m turning off a real life drive and that’s right |
| I’m hitting easy street on mud tires |
| 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 'n'Jim were a few good men |
| Where you 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 y’all don’t know |
| Man, that talk is getting old |
| You better mind your business man, watch your mouth |
| Before I have to knock that loud mouth out |
| I’m tired of talking, man, y’all ain’t listening |
| Them ol’dirt roads is what y’all 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 |
| Its got me reminiscing on them good times |
| I’m turning off a real life drive and that’s right |
| I’m hitting easy street on mud tires |
| I sit back and think about them good old days |
| The way we were raised in our southern ways |
| And we like cornbread and biscuits |
| And 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 want to know how it feels |
| To get off the road with trucks and four wheels |
| Jump on in and, man, tell your friends |
| We’ll raise some hell where the black top ends |
| 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 |
| Its got me reminiscing on them good times |
| I’m turning off a real life drive and that’s right |
| I’m hitting easy street on mud tires, let’s ride |
| 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 |
| Its got me reminiscing on them good times |
| I’m turning off a real life drive and that’s right |
| I’m hitting easy street on mud tires, let’s ride |