Yeah, I’m (Bm)chill in’ on (G)a dirt (D)road,

laid back, (Bm)swerv in’ like (G)I’m George (D)Jones.

Smoke (Bm)roll in’ out (G)the win (D)dow, an ice cold beer (Bm)sit tin’ in (G)the con (D)sole.

Mem o ry lane up in (G)the head (D)lights has got me rem i (Bm)nisc in’ on (G)them good (D)times.

I’m (Bm)turn in’ off (G)a real (D)life drive; and that’s right, I’m hit tin’ (Bm)eas y street (G)on mud (D)tires.

Back in the (Bm)day Potts farm (G)was the place to go, load the truck up, hit the dirt road.

(Bm)Jump the barbed (G)wire, spread the word, light the bon fire, then call the girls.

(Bm)King in the can (G)and the Marl b’ro (D)man, Jack and Jim were a few good men.

Where you (Bm)learned how to kiss (G)and cuss, and fight, (D)too.

Bet ter watch out for the boys in blue.

And (Bm)all this small (G)town he said, (D)she said, ain’t it fun ny how ru mors spread?

Like (Bm)“I know some (G)thin’ y’all don’t (D)know.” Man, that talk is get tin’ old.

You bet ter (Bm)mind your bus’ ness, (G)man, watch your mouth ’fore I have to knock that loud mouth out.

I’m (Bm)tired of talk in’.

(G)Man, y’all ain’t (D)lis t’nin’; them old dirt roads is what y’all miss in’.

I’m (Bm)chill in’ on (G)a dirt (D)road,

laid back, (Bm)swerv in’ like (G)I’m George (D)Jones.

Smoke (Bm)roll in’ out (G)the win (D)dow, an ice cold beer (Bm)sit tin’ in (G)the con (D)sole.

Mem o ry lane up in (G)the head (D)lights has got me rem i (Bm)nisc in’ on (G)them good (D)times.

I’m (Bm)turn in’ off (G)a real (D)life drive; and that’s right, I’m hit tin’ (Bm)eas y street (G)on mud (D)tires.

I sit (Bm)back and think a bout (G)them good ol’ days, the way we were raised in our South ern ways.

And we (Bm)like corn bread (G)and bis cuits; and if it’s broke a round here, we fix it.

(Bm)I can take y’all (G)where you need to go, down to my hood, back in them woods.

We do it dif f’rent (G)’round here, that’s (D)right, but we sure do it good and we do it all night.

So, if you real ly (G)wan na know how it (D)feels to get off the road with trucks and four wheels, (Bm)jump on in and, (G)man, tell your friends we’ll raise some hell where the black top ends.

I’m (Bm)chill in’ on (G)a dirt (D)road,

laid back, (Bm)swerv in’ like (G)I’m George (D)Jones.

Smoke (Bm)roll in’ out (G)the win (D)dow, an ice cold beer (Bm)sit tin’ in (G)the con (D)sole.

Mem o ry lane up in (G)the head (D)lights has got me rem i (Bm)nisc in’ on (G)them good (D)times.

I’m (Bm)turn in’ off (G)a real (D)life drive; and that’s right, I’m hit tin’ (Bm)eas y street (G)on mud (D)tires.

Let’s ride.

I’m (Bm)chill in’ on (G)a dirt (D)road,

laid back, (Bm)swerv in’ like (G)I’m George (D)Jones.

Smoke (Bm)roll in’ out (G)the win (D)dow, an ice cold beer (Bm)sit tin’ in (G)the con (D)sole.

Mem o ry lane up in (G)the head (D)lights has got me rem i (Bm)nisc in’ on (G)them good (D)times.

I’m (Bm)turn in’ off (G)a real (D)life drive; and that’s right, I’m hit tin’ (Bm)eas y street (G)on mud (D)tires.

Let’s ride.

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