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Chillin' on a dirt road |
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Laid back, swervin' like |
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I'm George |
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JonesSmoke rollin' out the window |
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An ice cold beer sittin' in the console |
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Memory lane up in the headlight |
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It's got me reminiscin' on the good times |
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Turnin' off of real life drive and that's right |
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We hittin' easy street on mud tires |
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Back in the day, pots farm was the place to go |
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We would load the truck up, hit the dirt road |
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Jump the barbwire and spread the word |
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Light the bonfire then call the girls |
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King in the can and the |
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Marlboro man |
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Jack and gin were the few good men |
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Learned how to kiss and cuss and fight too |
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Better watch out for the boys in blue |
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All this small town, he said, she said |
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Ain't it funny how rumors spread? |
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Like I know somethin' you all don't know |
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Man, this shit is gettin' old |
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Better mind your business so watch your mouth' |
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Fore I have to knock your loud ass out |
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I'm tired of talkin', ya'll ain't listenin' |
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Them old dirt roads is what you all missin' |
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Chillin' on a dirt road |
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Laid back, swervin' like |
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I'm George |
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JonesSmoke rollin' out the window |
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An ice cold beer sittin' in the console |
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Memory lane up in the headlight |
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It's got me reminiscin' on the good times |
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Turnin' off of real life drive and that's right |
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We hittin' easy street on mud tires |
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See I sit back, think about them good old days |
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The way we was raised and our southern ways |
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Yeah, we like cornbread and biscuits |
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And if it's broke 'round here, we fix it |
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I can take ya'll where you need to go |
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Down to my hood, back in them woods |
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We do it different 'round here, that's right |
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But we sure do it good and we do it all night |
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If you really wanna know how it feels |
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To get off the road in a truck with four wheels |
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Jump on in, tell your friends |
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We'll be raisin' hell where the black top ends |
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We're chillin' on a back road |
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We're laid back, swervin' like |
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I'm George |
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JonesSmoke rollin' out the window |
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An ice cold beer sittin' on the console |
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And memory lane up in the headlight |
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Reminiscin' on the good times |
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We're turnin' off of real life drive and that's right |
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We hittin' easy street on mud tires |
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That's right |
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I was brought up in a small town up in |
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North Georgia |
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Raised on |
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Southern Baptist morals |
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In a front row pew for the |
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Sunday roll call |
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Everybody praise the |
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Lord, ya'll |
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I grew up, learned how to hunt and fish |
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Bust a 12 gauge pump and not miss |
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A life without work, that's just a myth |
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Never listen when they talkin' shit |
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My dad taught me how to stand my ground |
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Be a man, boy, never back down |
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Don't start up somethin' by talkin' trash |
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Better throw the first punch and whip his ass |
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Be somebody, make a name for yourself |
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Life's hard just goin' through hell |
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There comes a time when you've got to slow down |
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That's what we're doin' now |
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We're chillin' on |
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Laid backSmoke |
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An ice cold beer sittin' in the console |
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Memory lane up in the headlights |
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It's got me reminiscin' on the good times |
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I'm turnin' off of real life drive and that's right |
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I'm hittin' easy street on mud tires |
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Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride |
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Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride |
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Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride |
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Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride |
