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Intro: Bm A G D

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

Verse 1:
Bm                            
Back in the day pop's farm was the place to go.
A
Load the truck up, hit the dirt road.
G                     
Jump the barbwire, spread the word.
D
Light the bonfire, then call the girls.
Bm                      
The king in the can and the Marlboro man.
A
Jack and gin were a few good men.
G                                D
Where ya learned how to kiss and cuss and fight too.

Better watch out for the boys in blue.
Bm                        A
And all this small town he said, she said,

Ain't it funny how rumors spread.
G                       D
Like I know something ya'll don't know,

Man that talk is gettin' old.
Bm                              
Ya better mind your business, man, watch your mouth,
A
Before I have to knock that loud mouth out.
G                          
I'm tired of talkin, man, ya'll ain't listenin',
D
Them old dirt roads is what ya'll missin'.

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

Verse 2:
Bm                           
I sit back and think about them good ole days.
A
The way we were raised, and our southern ways,
G                   
And we like cornbread, and biscuits,
D
And if it's broke round here we fix it.
Bm                      
I can take ya'll where ya need to go,
A
Down to my hood, back in them woods.
G                          
We Do it different 'round here, that's right,
D
But we sure Do it good, and we Do it all night.
Bm                        
See, if you really wanna know how it feels,
A
To get off the road with trucks and four wheels,
G                       
Jump on in, and man, tell your friends,
D
We'll raise some hell where the blacktop ends.

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

Thats right.

(Repeat Chorus)