Chords

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Intro

Bm A G D
Chorus
 
Yeah, I’m  
A#m 
chillin’ on a dirt  
A 
road,
 
Laid back  
G 
swervin’ like I’m George  
D 
Jones.
 
Smoke  
A#m 
rollin’ out the  
A 
window,
 
An’ ice cold beer  
G 
sittin’ in the  
D 
console.
 
Memory  
A#m 
lane up in the  
A 
headlights,
 
It’s got me  
G 
reminiscing on them good  
D 
times.
 
I’m  
A#m 
turning off of real  
A 
life, drivin’ that’s right,
 
I’m hittin’  
G 
easy street on mud  
D 
tires.

Verse 1

A#m 
Back in the day pop’s farm was the place to go.
A 
Load the truck up, hit the dirt road.
G 
Jump the barbwire, spread the word.
D 
Light the bonfire, then call the girls.
A#m 
The king in the can and the Marlboro man.
A 
Jack and gin were a few good men.
G 
Where ya learned how to kiss and cuss and fight  
D 
too.

Better watch out for the boys in blue.

A#m 
And all this small town he said, she  
A 
said,

Ain’t it funny how rumors spread.

G 
Like I know something ya’ll don’t  
D 
know,

Man that talk is gettin’ old.

A#m 
Ya better mind your business, man, watch your mouth,
A 
Before I have to knock that loud mouth out.
G 
I’m tired of talkin, man, ya’ll ain’t listenin’,
D 
Them old dirt roads is what ya’ll missin’.

Chorus

 
I’m  
A#m 
chillin’ on a dirt  
A 
road.
 
Laid back  
G 
swervin’ like I’m George  
D 
Jones.
 
Smoke  
A#m 
rollin’ out the  
A 
window,
 
An’ ice cold beer  
G 
sittin’ in the  
D 
console.
 
Memory  
A#m 
lane up in the  
A 
headlights,
 
It’s got me  
G 
reminiscing on them good  
D 
times.
 
I’m  
A#m 
turning off of real  
A 
life, drivin’ that’s right,
 
I’m hittin’  
G 
easy street on mud  
D 
tires.

Verse 2

A#m 
I sit back and think about them good ole days.
A 
The way we were raised, and our southern ways,
G 
And we like cornbread, and biscuits,
D 
And if it’s broke round here we fix it.
A#m 
I can take ya’ll where ya need to go,
A 
Down to my hood, back in them woods.
G 
We do it different ’round here, that’s right,
D 
But we sure do it good, and we do it all night.
A#m 
See, if you really wanna know how it feels,
A 
To get off the road with trucks and four wheels,
G 
Jump on in, and man, tell your friends,
D 
We’ll raise some hell where the blacktop ends.

Chorus

 
I’m  
A#m 
chillin’ on a dirt  
A 
road.
 
Laid back  
G 
swervin’ like I’m George  
D 
Jones.
 
Smoke  
A#m 
rollin’ out the  
A 
window,
 
An’ ice cold beer  
G 
sittin’ in the  
D 
console.
 
Memory  
A#m 
lane up in the  
A 
headlights,
 
It’s got me  
G 
reminiscing on them good  
D 
times.
 
I’m  
A#m 
turning off of real  
A 
life, drivin’ that’s right,
 
I’m hittin’  
G 
easy street on mud  
D 
tires.

Thats right.

Chorus

 
I’m  
A#m 
chillin’ on a dirt  
A 
road.
 
Laid back  
G 
swervin’ like I’m George  
D 
Jones.
 
Smoke  
A#m 
rollin’ out the  
A 
window,
 
An’ ice cold beer  
G 
sittin’ in the  
D 
console.
 
Memory  
A#m 
lane up in the  
A 
headlights,
 
It’s got me  
G 
reminiscing on them good  
D 
times.
 
I’m  
A#m 
turning off of real  
A 
life, drivin’ that’s right,
 
I’m hittin’  
G 
easy street on mud  
D 
tires.