Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dirt Road Anthem, artist - Colt Ford.
Date of issue: 03.07.2010
Song language: English
Dirt Road Anthem |
I got my boy Brantley Gilbert in here with me |
We just some country boys from Georgia |
We gonna a little something 'bout the dirt roads that we come from |
I’m gonna rap a little |
You feel like singin'? |
Yea brother |
Yea I’m chilling on a back road, |
Laid back rollin' to some George Jones, |
Smoke blowin' out the window, |
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console |
Memory lane up in the headlights |
It’s got me reminiscing on the good times |
Said I’m turning off of real life drive, and that’s right |
Hittin' easy street on mud tires |
Back in the day pots 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 |
King in the can and the Marlboro man |
Jack and gin were a few good men |
When 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 listenin' |
Them old dirt roads is what ya’ll missin' |
Yea I’m chilling on a back road, |
Laid back rollin' to some George Jones, |
Smoke blowin' out the window, |
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console |
Memory lane up in the headlights |
It’s got me reminiscing on the good times |
Said I’m turning off of real life drive, and that’s right |
Hittin' easy street on mud tires |
I sit back and think about them good ole days |
The way we were raised and our southern ways |
We like cornbread 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 |
And we sho do it good and we do it all night |
So if you really wanna know how it feels |
To get off the road in a truck with four wheels |
Jump on in tell yo friends |
And we’ll be raising hell where the black top ends |
Yea I’m chilling on a back road, |
Laid back rollin' to some George Jones, |
Smoke blowin' out the window, |
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console |
Memory lane up in the headlights |
It’s got me reminiscing on the good times |
Said I’m turning off of real life drive, and that’s right |
Hittin' easy street on mud tires |
Yea I’m chilling on a back road, |
Laid back bobbin' to some George Jones, |
Smoke blowin' out the window, |
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console |
Memory lane up in the headlights |
It’s got me reminiscing on the good times |
Said I’m turning off of real life drive, and that’s right |
Hittin' easy street on mud tires |