Dirt Road Anthem Ringtones

Yeah I'm chilling on the dirt road Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones, Smoke rollin' 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 I'm turning off the real life, driving that truck I'm hittin' easy street in mud tires 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 bonfire then call the girls King in the can and the Marlboro man Jack and Jim were two 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 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 talkin' man y'all ain't listenin' Them old dirt roads is what y'all missin' Yeah I'm chilling on the dirt road Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones, Smoke rollin' 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 I'm turning off the real life, driving that truck I'm hittin' easy street in mud tires Man I'm feeling like a million dollars Stacked up all hundred dollar bills Got a whole six-pack on ice But I'm ridin' on the hottest wheels, Seat back and I'm perwin' swervin' Put my pedal to the metal like I'm racing Turn it up and let the speakers scream for Mr. Aldean But I call him Jason Reminiscing on the good times Water balloons, super soakers Wet T-shirts, women in bikinis Kenny Rogers penny loafers. Smoke blowin' out the window And all my problems aside Just feel that summer breeze, Lay back, kick it and enjoy the ride. Yeah I'm chilling on the dirt road Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones, Smoke rollin' 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 I'm turning off the real life, driving that truck I'm hittin' easy street in mud tires That's right Yeah I'm chilling on the dirt road Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones, Smoke rollin' 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 I'm turning off the real life, driving that truck I'm hittin' easy street in mud tires (Kick it and enjoy the ride) That's right

Chillin' on a dirt road Laid back, swervin' like I'm George Jones Smoke rollin' out the window An ice cold beer sittin' in the console Memory lane up in the headlight It's got me reminiscin' on the good times Turnin' off of real life drive and that's right We hittin' easy street on mud tires Back in the day, pots farm was the place to go We would load the truck up, hit the dirt road Jump the barbwire and spread the word Light the bonfire then call the girls King in the can and the Marlboro man Jack and gin were the few good men Learned how to kiss and cuss and fight too Better watch out for the boys in blue All this small town, he said, she said Ain't it funny how rumors spread? Like I know somethin' you all don't know Man, this shit is gettin' old Better mind your business so watch your mouth 'Fore I have to knock your loud ass out I'm tired of talkin', ya'll ain't listenin' Them old dirt roads is what you all missin' Chillin' on a dirt road Laid back, swervin' like I'm George Jones Smoke rollin' out the window An ice cold beer sittin' in the console Memory lane up in the headlight It's got me reminiscin' on the good times Turnin' off of real life drive and that's right We hittin' easy street on mud tires See I sit back, think about them good old days The way we was raised and our southern ways Yeah, we like cornbread and biscuits And if it's broke 'round here, we fix it I can take ya'll 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 If you really wanna know how it feels To get off the road in a truck with four wheels Jump on in, tell your friends We'll be raisin' hell where the black top ends We're chillin' on a back road We're laid back, swervin' like I'm George Jones Smoke rollin' out the window An ice cold beer sittin' on the console And memory lane up in the headlight Reminiscin' on the good times We're turnin' off of real life drive and that's right We hittin' easy street on mud tires That's right I was brought up in a small town up in North Georgia Raised on Southern Baptist morals In a front row pew for the Sunday roll call Everybody praise the Lord, ya'll 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 talkin' shit My dad taught me how to stand my ground Be a man, boy, never back down Don't start up somethin' by talkin' trash Better throw the first punch and whip his ass Be somebody, make a name for yourself Life's hard just goin' through hell There comes a time when you've got to slow down That's what we're doin' now We're chillin' on Laid back Smoke An ice cold beer sittin' in the console Memory lane up in the headlights It's got me reminiscin' on the good times I'm turnin' off of real life drive and that's right I'm hittin' 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 Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride

This sure ain't that little sawmill town I grew up in, I used to run around In a hand-me-down Chevy This place is high rise heaven And this sure ain't that little Main Street drag With the courthouse square still flying the flag No, it's a six-lane city Long, long way from little bitty Yeah, I'm just out here, chasing these stars (chasing these stars) And sometimes, I swear I'm living on Mars But I grew up on a dirt road, watching that corn grow Turning on a pretty thing parked on a turn row Blowing that Swisher smoke out the window, oh A six pack from the Bi-Lo And I go back every time I get a minute The biggest part of me is in them little city limits Don't matter where I go I damn sure let 'em all know I grew up on a dirt road, a dirt road I grew up on a dirt road, dreaming 'bout making a name And getting out of dodge and the same ol' same Graduate and settle down Man, I was out of that town Now I catch myself rewinding, reminiscing 'Bout a small town girl and mama's fried chicken I can taste it right now (taste it right now) Let me tell you I'm proud That I grew up on a dirt road, watching that corn grow Turning on a pretty thing parked on a turn row Blowing that Swisher smoke out the window, oh A six pack from the Bi-Lo And I go back every time I get a minute The biggest part of me is in them little city limits Don't matter where I go I damn sure let 'em all know I grew up on a dirt road, a dirt road I grew up on a dirt road, a dirt road (a dirt road) Yeah, I'm just out here, chasing these stars (chasing these stars) And sometimes, I swear I'm living on Mars But I grew up on a dirt road, watching that corn grow Turning on a pretty thing parked on a turn row Blowing that Swisher smoke out the window, oh A six pack from the Bi-Lo And I go back every time I get a minute The biggest part of me is in them little city limits Don't matter where I go I damn sure let 'em all know I grew up on a dirt road, a dirt road I grew up on a dirt road, a dirt road (a dirt road)

Me and daddy'd ride around all day shooting doves off a line in a Chevrolet. Old lab would jump out the back and fetch them up. We'd drive for miles and miles and never once hit blacktop or change the dial. One little country station was all there was. Checking gates, fixing fence rows – that's how my story goes. If you want to know the real me, just turn the page in my dirt road diary. It's right there for you to see, every kiss, every beer, every cotton field memory. Tan legs and some Dixie Land delight, ridin' round, windows down on a summer night. I was there, and that was me. It's right here in my dirt road diary. I remember when I turned sixteen I got a license and some gasoline. Ain't a curve or a straight away we didn't fly down. If wasn't the boys it was me and her by fire in a field or down on the river. Every inch of that county was sacred ground. I wish I knew where that old truck was. If it could talk it could tell on us. If you want to know the real me, just turn the page in my dirt road diary. It's right there for you to see, every kiss, every beer, every cotton field memory. Tan legs and some Dixie Land delight, ridin' round, windows down on a summer night. I was there, and that was me. It's right here in my dirt road diary. It ain't a book underneath my bed; Just a dusty memory lane burned in my head. Tan legs and some Dixie Land delight, ridin' round, windows down feeling right I was there, that was me. It's right here in my dirt road diary. Just ride around my little town and you'll see how I wrote my dirt road diary.

Ain't no people on the old dirt road No more weather on the old dirt road It's better than a mudslide mamma when the dry spell come, yeah Oh oh oh oh, old dirt road Ain't no difference on the old dirt road Tarred and feathered on the old dirt road Trying to shovel smoke with a pitchfork in the wind, yeah Breezing through the deadwood on a hot summer day I saw a human being lazybonin' out in the hay I said, "Uh, hey Mr. Human can ya rainmaker too?" He said, "I guess it's okay ya know the only thang we need is water Cool, clear water, water, water, water" Ain't no people on the old dirt road No more weather on the old dirt road Better than a mudslide mamma when the morning comes, yeah Oh oh oh oh, old dirt road Keep on keeping on, keep on keeping on, keep on keeping on Keep on keeping on, keep on keeping on, keep on keeping on So long, so long, bye bye, bye bye, keep on keeping on Keep on keeping on, keep on keeping on