You know I'm chilling on the back roads,
Laid back rollin to some 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

sittin turning off the real life, driving that truck
hittin easy street in mud tires
Back in the day pop bomb 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

The king in the can and the Marlboro man
Jack and gin were a few good friends
When 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.... is getting old
Man mind your business watch your mouth

Before I have to knock your loud... out
No time for talking ya'll aint listenin
Them old dirt roads is what ya'll missin

You know I'm chilling on the back roads,
Laid back rollin to some 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

sittin turning off the real life, driving that truck
hittin easy street in mud tires
I sit back and think about them good ole days

The way we were raised and our southern ways
We like cornbread and biscuits
If it's broke round here we fix it

See I can take ya'll where you need to go
Down to my hood and back in them woods
We do it different round here that's right

And 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 wit a truck and four wheel

Jump on in tell yo friends
And we'll be raising.... where the black to ends
You know I'm chilling on the back roads,

Laid back rollin to some 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
sittin turning off the real life, driving that truck

hittin easy street in mud tires
Yeah I'm chillin on the back roads
Laid back bobbin to some 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
sittin turning off the real life, driving that truck
hittin easy street in mud tires