Dirt Road Anthem (Revisited)

Hello? Cold fool, what's going on, Brother? BG, how you feeling, son? Doing all right, cuz. Think it's about time to Take 'em back down that dirt road though. All right. Give me one minute, let me load This truck up with the dog in there. I'll be right there, son. I'm waiting on you, cuz. See you in a Minute. Yeah, 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 a good time. Said I'm turning off of real life driving, That's right. Hitting easy street on mud tires, That's right. Back in the day, Pops Farm was The place to go. Load his 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 And Jim were few good men. Where we learned how to kiss and cuss, fight Too. Better watch out for the boys in blue. In all this small town he said, she said, Ain't it funny how a rumor spreads? Like I know something y'all don't know. Man, this shit is getting old. Man, mind your business and watch your mouth before I have to knock your loud ass out. 'Cause y'all just talking, y'all ain't listening to Them old dirt roads is what y'all missing. 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 a good time. Said I'm turning off of real life driving, That's right. Hitting easy street on mud tires, That's right. I sit back and think about them Good old days. The way we were raised, nice Southern ways. We like cornbread and biscuits, And if it's broke 'round here, we fix it. See, 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 wanna know How it feels to get off the road with Trucks and four wheels, jump on in, tell your Friends, and we'll be raising hell with a blacktop Fiend. 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 a good time. Said I'm turning off of real life driving, That's right. Hitting easy street on mud tires, That's right. Hell yeah. I was brought in a Small town in North Georgia. Raised on Southern Baptist morals. In the front row pew for the Sunday roll Call. Everybody praise the Lord, y'all. Grew up learning how to hunt and fish, bust A 12-gauge pump and not miss. 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, never back down. Don't start it, son, but if he's talking trash, You better throw the first punch and whoop his Ass. Be somebody, make a name for yourself. Life's hard, you go through hell, and there comes A time when you gotta slow down. That's what we doing now. 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 a good time. Said I'm turning off of real life driving, That's right. Hitting easy street on mud tires, That's right. That's right.