Songtexte Dirt Road Anthem (Revisited) [feat. Colt Ford] [Original Version] - Brantley Gilbert

Hello
Cold Full whats goin on brother
BG how you feelin son
Doin alright cuz
Think its about time to take em back down that dirt road though
Aight give me one minute let me load
This truck up with the dogs in there
Ill be right there son
Waiting on you cuz see you in a minute

Yeah I'm chillin on a dirt road
Laid back swervin like I'm George Jones
Smoke rollin out the window
An ice cold beer sittin in the console
Memory lane up in the headlights
Got me reminiscin on a good time
Said I'm turnin off of real life drive and thats right
Hittin easy street on mud tires (thats right)

Back in the day Pott's Farm was the place to go
Load the truck up hit the dirt road (thats right)
Jump the barbwire spread the word
Light the bonfire then call the girls
King in a can and the Marlboro man
Jack and Jim were a few good men (thats right)
Where we learned how to kiss cuss 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 (thats right)
Like I know something y'all don't know
Man this shit is gettin old
Man mind your business watch your mouth
Before I have to knock your loud ass out (thats right)
I'm tired of talkin y'all ain't listenin
Them old dirt roads is what y'all missin (thats right)

Yeah I'm chillin on a dirt road
Laid back swervin like I'm George Jones
Smoke rollin out the window
An ice cold beer sittin in the console
Memory lane up in the headlights
Got me reminiscin on a good time
Said I'm turnin off of real life drive and thats right
Hittin easy street on mud tires (thats right)

I sit back and think about them good old days
The way we were raised and our southern ways (thats right)
We like cornbread and biscuits
And if its 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 (thats right)
We do it different round here thats 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 (thats right)
Jump on in tell your friends
That we'll be raisin hell where the blacktop ends

Yeah I'm chillin on a dirt road
Laid back swervin like I'm George Jones
Smoke rollin out the window
An ice cold beer sittin in the console
Memory lane up in the headlights
Got me reminiscin on a good time
Said I'm turnin off of real life drive and thats right
Hittin easy street on mud tires (thats right)

I was brought up in a small town in north Georgia
Raised on southern baptist morals (thats right)
From the frog broke pew to the Sunday roll call
Everybody praise the lord y'all
Grew up learned how to hunt and fish
Bust a twelve gauge pump and not miss (thats right)
Life without work thats just a myth
Never listen when they talkin shit
My dad taught me how to stand my ground
Be a man boy never back down (thats right)
Don't start it son but if he's talkin 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
There comes a time when you gotta slow down
That's what we doin now

Yeah I'm chillin on a dirt road
Laid back swervin like I'm George Jones
Smoke rollin out the window
An ice cold beer sittin in the console
Memory lane up in the headlights
Got me reminiscin on a good time
Said I'm turnin off of real life drive and thats right
Hittin easy street on mud tires (thats right)

Thats right
Thats right