[Intro Spoken: Charley Farley]
Colt Ford how you doing buddy?
Hey everybody they call me Charlie Farley and I'm just here to show you how I get down
Brantley Gibert Five Star Average Joe's lets go
[Chorus: 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
It's got me reminiscing on the good times
Sittin' turning off the real life, driving that's right
Hittin' easy street on mud tires
[Verse 1: Charlie Farley]
Back in the day I had a can of Skoal
Pocket knife trot line I was ready to roll
Grab my pole then load my boat
Along with my dog lets go Tonto
Back it was back full of kin folk
We was just drinkin' passin' the smoke
Yeah we be laughin' grabbin' a Coke
Right out the back of the sliding window
Headin' out to that cars and thots show
Poppin' tops and droppin' our clothes
Yeah we'd hang from that old tree rope
'Till our hands so soaked they wrinkle up
So everyone roll with us
No nobody wanted to fuss or cuss
There wasn't no need for fist-a-cuffs
Why because we were just
Colt Ford how you doing buddy?
Hey everybody they call me Charlie Farley and I'm just here to show you how I get down
Brantley Gibert Five Star Average Joe's lets go
[Chorus: 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
It's got me reminiscing on the good times
Sittin' turning off the real life, driving that's right
Hittin' easy street on mud tires
[Verse 1: Charlie Farley]
Back in the day I had a can of Skoal
Pocket knife trot line I was ready to roll
Grab my pole then load my boat
Along with my dog lets go Tonto
Back it was back full of kin folk
We was just drinkin' passin' the smoke
Yeah we be laughin' grabbin' a Coke
Right out the back of the sliding window
Headin' out to that cars and thots show
Poppin' tops and droppin' our clothes
Yeah we'd hang from that old tree rope
'Till our hands so soaked they wrinkle up
So everyone roll with us
No nobody wanted to fuss or cuss
There wasn't no need for fist-a-cuffs
Why because we were just
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