Dirt Road Anthem (Revisited)

[Chorus 1][Brantley Gilbert:] 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 [Verse 1][Colt Ford:] Back in the day Potts' farm was the place to go Load the truck up hit the dirt road Jump the barbwire, spread the word Light the bone fire , 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 It ain't as 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 road is what ya'll missing [Chorus 1][Brantley Gilbert:] [Verse 2][Colt Ford:] 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 its 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 well be raisin hell where the black top ends [Chorus 1][Brantley Gilbert:] [Verse 3][Brantley Gilbert:] 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 Now everybody praise the lord I grew up learned how to hunt and fish Bust a 12 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 whip his ass Now 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 lets go [Chorus 1][Brantley Gilbert:]