Jason Aldean – Dirt Road Anthem Chords

Yeah, I’m chilling on a dirt road, laid back swerving like I’m George Jones.
Smoke rolling out the window, and ice cold beer sitting in the console.
Memory lane up in the headlights, it’s got me reminiscing on them good times.
I’m turning off of real life, driving that’s right, I’m hitting easy street on mud tires.

Back in the day pop’s farm was the place to go, load the truck up, hit the dirt road.
Jump the barbwire, spread the word, light the bonfire, then call the girls.
The king in the can and the Marlboro man, Jack and gin were a few good men.
Where ya 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 that talk is getting old, ya better mind your business, man, watch your mouth,
Before I have to knock that loud mouth out, I’m tired of talking, man, ya’ll ain’t listening,
Them old dirt roads is what ya’ll missing.

I’m chilling on a dirt road, laid back swerving like I’m George Jones.
Smoke rolling out the window, and ice cold beer sitting in the console.
Memory lane up in the headlights, it’s got me reminiscing on them good times.
I’m turning off of real life, driving that’s right, I’m hitting easy street on mud tires.

I sit back and think about them good ole days, the way we were raised, and our southern ways,
And we like cornbread, and biscuits, and if it’s broke round here we fix it.
I can take ya’ll where ya 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.
See, if you really wanna 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 blacktop ends.

I’m chilling on a dirt road, laid back swerving like I’m George Jones.
Smoke rolling out the window, and ice cold beer sitting in the console.
Memory lane up in the headlights, it’s got me reminiscing on them good times.
I’m turning off of real life, driving that’s right, I’m hitting easy street on mud tires.
Thats right.

I’m chilling on a dirt road, laid back swerving like I’m George Jones.
Smoke rolling out the window, and ice cold beer sitting in the console.
Memory lane up in the headlights, it’s got me reminiscing on them good times.
I’m turning off of real life, driving that’s right, I’m hitting easy street on mud tires.