Dirt Road Anthem (Revisited) Songtext
von Brantley Gilbert

Hello?
Colt Ford, what′s going on, brother?
BG, how you doing, son?
Doing alright, Colt, think it's about time to take it back down that dirt road though
Alright, 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, Colt
See ya in a minute

Yeah, I'm 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 the good times
Said I′m turning off the real life drive and that's right
Hitting easy street on mud tires (let′s ride)


Back in the day Potts' farm was the place to go
Load the 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 a few good men
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 listening
Them old dirt roads is what ya′ll missing

Yeah, I′m 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
Just got me reminiscing on the good times
Said I′m turning off the real life drive and that's right
Hitting easy street on mud tires (let′s ride)


I sit back and think about them good ole days
The way we were raised and our southern ways
We like corn bread 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
But we sure do it good and we do it all night

So if you really want to know how it feels
To get off the road and truck with four wheels
Jump on in, tell ya friends
That we′ll be raisin hell where the black top ends

Yeah, I′m 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 the good times
Said I′m turning off the real life drive and that's right
Hitting easy street on mud tires (hell yeah)

I was brought up in a small town in north Georgia
Raised on southern baptist morals
In a front row pew for the Sunday roll call
Everybody praise the Lord
I grew up, learned how to hunt and fish
Bust a twelve gauge pump and not miss
A 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, and never back down
Don't start up something but if he′s talking trash
You better throw the first punch and whoop his ass
Be somebody, make a name for yourself
Life is hard, you go through hell
There comes a time when you've got to slow down
That's what we doing now

Yeah, I′m 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
Just got me reminiscing on the good times
Said I'm turning off the real life drive and that′s right
Hitting easy street on mud tires (let's ride)

Let′s ride, let's ride, let′s ride
Let's ride, let's ride, let′s ride
Let′s ride, ride