Dirt Road Anthem chords

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_ _ I'm chilling on a dirt road, laid back, G swerving like D I'm George Jones.
_ Smoke rolling out the window, an ice G cold beer sitting in D the console.
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_ _ Bm Memory lane D up in the headlights, _ it's got me Bm reminiscing on the good D times.
_ _ I'm turning off a real life driving match, right, Bm I'm hitting easy D street on mud tires.
_ Bm Back in the day, C# Pops Farm was D the place to go.
Load the truck up, hit the Bm dirt road.
Jump the D barbed wire, spread the word, light the bonfire, and call the girls.
King and the King and the Marlboro Man, Jack Am and Jim were Bm a few good men.
We had learned how to kiss and D cut some pie too.
Better Bm watch out for the boys in blue.
In all this G small D town, he said, she said, ain't it funny how rumors G spread like I know something D y'all don't know.
Man, that talk is getting old.
You better mind your C# business, man, D watch your mouth.
Before I have to knock that loud Bm mouth out.
I'm tired of E talking, D man, y'all ain't listen.
Them old Bm dirt roads is where y'all be.
I'm G chilling on a D dirt road, laid back, G swerving like D I'm George Jones.
_ _ Bm Smoke G blowing out D the window, an ice G cold beer sitting in the D _ console.
_ Bm Memory lane, I feel D the headlight.
It's got G me reminiscing on them D good times.
_ _ Bm G Turning off D a real life driving man, that's right, G I'm hitting easy street D on mud tires.
_ Bm I sit back and think A about them D good old days, the way we were raised in our southern ways.
And we like A cornbread and D biscuits, and if it's broke around here, we fix it.
I can tell y'all where you need to go, down to my hood, back in them Bm woods.
We do it C different around D 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, Bm trucks and four wheels, jump on G in.
A man D tell your friends, we'll race them Bm hell with a black top.
I'm chilling D on a dirt road, laid G back, swerving like I'm D George Jones.
_ Smoke blowing out the _ window, an ice cold G beer sitting in the D console.
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Memory Bm lane, I D feel the headlight.
It's got me Bm reminiscing D on them good times.
_ _ Bm Turning D off a real life driving man, that's right, G I'm hitting easy street on D mud tires.
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_ _ chilling on a dirt road, laid back, swerving like I'm George Jones.
_ Bm Smoke blowing D out the window, an ice cold Bm beer G sitting in the D console.
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Memory Bm lane, I D feel the headlight.
It's got me Bm reminiscing G on them D good times.
_ _ Bm Turning G off a D real life driving man, that's right, I'm G hitting easy street on D mud tires.
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