Tom: C
Introdução: Am C F C
Am C
Yeah, I' m chillin' on a dirt road,
F C
Laid back swervin' like I' m George Jones.
Am C
Smoke rollin' out the window,
F C
An' ice cold beer sittin' in the console.
Am C
Memory lane up in the headlights,
F C
It' s got me reminiscing on them good times.
Am C
I' m turning off of real life, drivin' that' s right,
F C
I' m hittin' easy street on mud tires.
Am C
Back in the day Pott' s farm was the place to go.
Load the truck up, hit the dirt road.
F C
Jump the barbwire, spread the word.
Light the bonfire, then call the girls.
Am C
The king in the can and the Marlboro man.
Jack and gin were a few good men.
F C
Where ya learned how to kiss and cuss and fight too.
Better watch out for the boys in blue.
Am C
And all this small town he said, she said,
Ain' t it funny how rumors spread.
F C
Like I know something ya' ll don' t know,
Man that talk is gettin' old.
Am C
Ya better mind your business, man, watch your mouth,
Before I have to knock that loud mouth out.
F C
I' m tired of talkin, man, ya' ll ain' t listenin' ,
Them old dirt roads is what ya' ll missin' .
Am C
I' m chillin' on a dirt road.
F C
Laid back swervin' like I' m George Jones.
Am C
Smoke rollin' out the window,
F C
An' ice cold beer sittin' in the console.
Am C
Memory lane up in the headlights,
F C
It' s got me reminiscing on them good times.
Am C
I' m turning off of real life, drivin' that' s right,
F C
I' m hittin' easy street on mud tires.
Am C
I sit back and think about them good ole days.
The way we were raised, and our southern ways,
F C
And we like cornbread, and biscuits,
And if it' s broke round here we fix it.
Am C
I can take ya' ll where ya need to go,
Down to my hood, back in them woods.
F C
We do it different ' round here, that' s right,
But we sure do it good, and we do it all night.
Am C
See, if you really wanna know how it feels,
To get off the road with trucks and four wheels,
F C
Jump on in, and man, tell your friends,
We' ll raise some hell where the blacktop ends.
Am C
I' m chillin' on a dirt road.
F C
Laid back swervin' like I' m George Jones.
Am C
Smoke rollin' out the window,
F C
An' ice cold beer sittin' in the console.
Am C
Memory lane up in the headlights,
F C
It' s got me reminiscing on them good times.
Am C
I' m turning off of real life, drivin' that' s right,
F C
I' m hittin' easy street on mud tires.
That' s right.