Dirt Road Anthem lyrics

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Brantley Gilbert lyrics : "Dirt Road Anthem"

How ya'll doing?
Yeah My name is Colt ford
I got my boy Brantley Gilbert in here with me.

We just some kuntry boys from GA.
We gone do a lil somethin bout them dirt roads
That we come from

Imma rap a lil bit, you feel like singin'?
Yeah brotha. Lets go


Brantley gilbert

Yeah I'm chillin on the dirt road.

Laid back swervin' like im George Jones
Smoke rollin' out the window
An ice cold beer sittin in the console.

Memory Lane up in the headlights.
It's got me reminiscing on the good times
Said I'm turnin' off the real life drive and that's right

Hittin easy street on mud tires

Colt ford


Back in the day Potts' farm was the place to go
Load the truck up hit the dirt road

Jump the barbwire, spread the word
Light the bon fire, 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
It aint as funny how rumors spread
Like I know somethin ya'll don't know

Man this %#@! is gettin old
Man mind your buisness watch your mouth
Before I have to knock your loud $$# out

No time for talkin ya'll aint listenin
Them old dirt road is what ya'll missing


Brantley gilbert

You know I'm chillin on the back roads

Laid back rollin to some George Jones
Smokin blowin out the window
An ice cold beer sittin in the console

Memory lane up in the headlights
It's got me reminiscing on the good times
Said I'm turnin' off the real life drive and that's right

Hittin easy street on mud tires

Colt ford


I sit back and think about them good ole days
The way we were raised and out 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 sho do it good and we do it all night

So if you really wanna know how it feels
To get off the road and truck with four wheels
Jump on in tell ya friends

That well be raisin hell where the black top ends

Brantley gilbert


Yeah I'm chillin on them backroads
Layin back bobbin to some george jones

Smoke blowin out the window
An ice cold beer sittin in the console
Memory lane up in the headlights

It's got me reminicing on the good times
Said I'm turnin' off the real life drive and that's right
Hittin easy street on mud tires


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Writer(s): Brantley Keith Gilbert
Copyright: Indiana Angel Music, Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp.
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