[Chorus]
        Bm                    D 
Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt road 
            Bm                 D 
Laid back swerving like I'm George Jones 
       Bm               D 
Smoke rolling out the window 
                    Bm            D 
An ice cold beer sitting in the console  
        Bm                   D 
Memory lane up in the headlights 
                Bm                   D 
Has got me reminiscing on them good times 
        Bm                    D 
I'm turning off a real life drive and that's right 
             Bm               D 
I'm hitting easy street on mud tires
*palm mute the chords "Bm, G, and D" in that order over and over again the entire verse*
[Verse]
(Bm, G, and D) 
Back in the day Potts farm was the place to go 
  
Load the truck up, hit the dirt road 
  
Jump the barbed wire, spread the word 
  
Light the bonfire then call the girls  
  
King in the can and the Marlboro man 
  
Jack 'n' Jim were a few good men 
  
Where you 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 y'all don't know 
  
Man, that talk is getting old  
  
You better mind your business man, watch your mouth 
  
Before I have to knock that loud mouth out 
  
I'm tired of talking, man, y'all ain't listening 
  
Them ol' dirt roads is what y'all missing
[Chorus]
        Bm                    D 
Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt road 
            Bm                 D 
Laid back swerving like I'm George Jones 
       Bm               D 
Smoke rolling out the window 
                    Bm            D 
An ice cold beer sitting in the console  
        Bm                   D 
Memory lane up in the headlights 
                Bm                  D 
Has got me reminiscing on them good times 
        Bm                    D 
I'm turning off a real life drive and that's right 
             Bm                D 
I'm hitting easy street on mud tires
[Verse]
(Bm, G, and D)
I sit back and think about them good old days 
  
The way we were raised in our southern ways 
  
And we like cornbread and biscuits 
  
And if it's broke 'round here, we fix it  
  
I can take y'all where you need to go 
  
Down to my hood, back in them woods 
  
We do it different 'round here, that's right 
  
But we sure do it good, and we do it all night  
  
So if you really want to know how it feels 
  
To get off the road with trucks and four wheels 
  
Jump on in and, man, tell your friends 
  
We'll raise some hell where the black top ends
[Chorus]
        Bm                    D 
Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt road 
            Bm                 D 
Laid back swerving like I'm George Jones 
       Bm               D 
Smoke rolling out the window 
                    Bm            D 
An ice cold beer sitting in the console  
        Bm                   D 
Memory lane up in the headlights 
                Bm                   D 
Has got me reminiscing on them good times 
        Bm                    D 
I'm turning off a real life drive and that's right 
             Bm               D 
I'm hitting easy street on mud tires
[Solo]
[Chorus]
        Bm                    D 
Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt road 
            Bm                 D 
Laid back swerving like I'm George Jones 
       Bm               D 
Smoke rolling out the window 
                    Bm            D 
An ice cold beer sitting in the console  
        Bm                   D 
Memory lane up in the headlights 
                Bm                   D 
Has got me reminiscing on them good times 
        Bm                    D 
I'm turning off a real life drive and that's right 
             Bm               D 
I'm hitting easy street on mud tires