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 im chillin on the back road.    Laid back rollin to some George Jones    Smoke blowin out the window    An ice cold beer sittin in the console.    Memory Lane up in the headlights.    its 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 gin 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 dont know    man this shit is gettin old    man mind your buisness watch your mouth    before i have to knock your loud ass out    no time for talkin ya'll aint listenin    them old dirt road is what ya'll missing          brantley gilbert--       you know im 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    its 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 its 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 thats 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 im 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    its 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