I go back to somewhere over off of 83 where there's a dirt road and a whole lot of memories
Where Jack and Jim and a couple of buds were always hanging around we were cussing, spitting, smoking
And dipping. We did it all on this hallowed ground
We had time to kill but no money to spend just a cold keg chilling in a trashcan on my tailgate and iced down
We'd fill them up and we'd pass them around
We were Bud light sipping sipping, guitar picking, Skoal can dipping dipping
Striking matches to watch them burn
Had alpines in the back seat bumping
Tan legs on the tailgate
We were singing George Jones and Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, rocking til the sun came up
I was maybe sixteen going on twenty-three, had already kicked a few bad habits
But there was one drug I couldn't refuse, no matter how many times I'd had it
They say the Georgia red clay and a four-wheel drive is like a needle and a spoon to a southern guy
Like a pig in the mud or a cow takes to cud, we've all got that wild side
We were Bud light sipping sipping, guitar picking, Skoal can dipping dipping
Striking matches to watch them burn
Had alpines in the back seat bumping
Tan legs on the tailgate
We were singing George Jones and Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, rocking til the sun came up
We were Bud light sipping sipping, guitar picking, Skoal can dipping dipping
Striking matches to watch them burn
Had alpines in the back seat bumping
Tan legs on the tailgate
We were singing George Jones and Old Alabama - Yes we were
We were Bud light sipping sipping, guitar picking, Skoal can dipping dipping
Striking matches to watch them burn
Had alpines in the back seat bumping
Tan legs on the tailgate
We were singing George Jones and Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, rocking til the sun came up
Rocking til the sun came up