Dirt Road Anthem

Am, G, F, C

          Am                  G
Yeah, I'm chillin' on a dirt road,
          F                         C
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones.
       Am                G
Smoke rollin' out the window,
                   F             C
An' ice cold beer sittin' in the console.
        Am                G
Memory lane up in the headlights,
                 F                    C
It's got me reminiscing on them good times.
     Am              G
I'm turning off of real life, drivin' that's right,
             F                  C
I'm hittin' easy street on mud tires.

Am                                          G
Back in the day pop'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                                G
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                                    G
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                                             G
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                G
I'm chillin' on a dirt road.
          F                         C
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones.
       Am                G
Smoke rollin' out the window,
                   F             C
An' ice cold beer sittin' in the console.
        Am                G
Memory lane up in the headlights,
                 F                    C
It's got me reminiscing on them good times.
     Am              G
I'm turning off of real life, drivin' that's right,
             F                  C
I'm hittin' easy street on mud tires.

Am                                        G
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                                G
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                                   G
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                G
I'm chillin' on a dirt road.
          F                         C
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones.
       Am                G
Smoke rollin' out the window,
                   F             C
An' ice cold beer sittin' in the console.
        Am                G
Memory lane up in the headlights,
                 F                    C
It's got me reminiscing on them good times.
     Am              G
I'm turning off of real life, drivin' that's right,
             F                  C
I'm hittin' easy street on mud tires.
Thats right.

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