Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones An ice cold beer sittin' in the console Memory lane up in the headlights Has got me reminiscing on the good times I'm turning off the real life, driving, that's right Smoke rollin' out the window Yeah I'm chilling

Yeah, I live for little moments like that Well, I'll never forget the first time that I heard That pretty mouth say that dirty word And I can't even remember now what she backed my truck into But she covered her mouth and her face got red And she just

Trouble, but ain't we all? Standing in the window with his tongue hanging out Like the king of something evil in a year-long drought With a dirty white suit, a big white hat A bullet in his pocket, no matter where he's at He's trouble, but ain't we all?

Mine all mine Ow, forgive me father, for I have sinned I've been through hell and back again I shook hands with the devil Looked 'em in the eye Looked like a long lost friend Ow, anything you want, any dirty deeds He's got everything except what I really

Ooh, I need a dirty woman Ooh, I need a dirty girl I am just a new boy Stranger in this town Where are all the good times? Who's gonna show this stranger around? Will some woman in this desert land Make me feel like a real man?

She’s a dirty little thing, crazy as hell She’s a lipstick stain on a burned cigarette Like an old blues song stuck in my head Mississippi mud and I’m sinking in She’s my rock-n’-roll queen, sweet southern belle She’s got Mississippi Blood runnin’

We don't run I'm standing my ground And we don't back down Bless each tear and this dirt I was born in (run) We don't run, we don't run I'm not afraid of burning bridges 'Cause I know they're gonna light my way Like a Phoenix, from the ashes Welcome to

On Tree, I do not fuck with the percs, I barely fuck with the Earth On me, industry niggas the worst, actin' like they from the dirt On me, I do not fuck with the percs, I barely fuck with the Earth On Tree, all of them niggas I birth, tryna put me in a

I'm holding the world in my hand I got to believe Dark and dirty Like you have never seen A mind so twisted With thoughts so unclean. My heart is racing All tattered and torn I stand here naked

Whiskey's in the air, dog's on the burner Beer's ice cold, got a pretty little lady to hold Southern summer And that sun shining down like Daddy's silver dollar Gotta hop on the old dirt road to the days of gold Yeah, these are the days of gold Well it's