Dirt Road Anthem - Colt Ford, Brantley Gilbert

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