Alba s touto skladbou:
Halfway to Heaven [Deluxe Edition],
Brantley Gilbert:
Yeah, I'm chillin' on a dirt road,
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones,
Smoke rollin' out the window,
An ice cold beer sittin in the console,
Memory Lane up in the headlights,
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 Jim were a few good men,
Where 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,
Ain't it funny how rumors spread,
Like I know somethin' y'all don't know,
Man this shit is gettin' old,
Man mind your business watch your mouth,
Before I have to knock your loud ass out,
I'm tired of talkin' y'all ain't listenin,
Them old dirt road is what y'all missing,
Brantley Gilbert
Yeah I'm chillin on a dirt road,
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones,
Smoke rollin' out the window,
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console,
Memory Lane up in the headlights,
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 in our southern ways,
We like corn bread and biscuits,
And if it's broke round here we fix it,
See I can take y'all where you need to go,
Down to my hood or back in them woods,
We do it different round here that's 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 I'm chillin' on a dirt road,
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones,
Smoke rollin' out the window,
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console,
Memory Lane up in the headlights,
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,
*This part is only in "Dirt Road Anthem (Revisited)"
Brantley Gilbert
I was brought up in a small town in North Georgia,
Raised on southern Baptist morals,
All on a pew for the Sunday roll call,
Everybody praise the lord y'all,
Grew up learnin' how to hunt and fish,
Bust a 12 gauge pump and not miss,
Life without work that's just a myth,
Never listen when they talkin' shit,
My dad taught me how to stand my ground,
Be a man boy never back down,
Don't start it son but if he's talking trash,
You better throw the first punch and whip his ass,
Be somebody, make a name for yourself,
Life's hard, you go through hell,
There comes a time when you've got to slow down,
That's what we doing now,*
Brantley Gilbert
Yeah, I'm chillin' on a dirt road,
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones,
Smoke rollin' out the window,
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console,
Memory Lane up in the headlights,
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
