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 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 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 hell where the black top 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 tiresTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
