Jason Aldean - Dirt Road Anthem Ukulele Chords

[chorus]
[Bm] [A] [G] [D]
Yeah, I’m [Bm]chilling on a dirt [A]road, laid back [G]swerving like I’m George [D]Jones.
Smoke [Bm]rolling out the [A]window, and ice cold beer [G]sitting in the [D]console.
Memory [Bm]lane up in the [A]headlights, it’s got me [G]reminiscing on them good [D]times.
I’m [Bm]turning off of real [A]life, driving that’s right, I’m hitting [G]easy street on mud [D]tires.

[Opening]
[Bm]Back in the day pop’s farm was the place to go, [A]load the truck up, hit the dirt road.
[G]Jump the barbwire, spread the word, [D]light the bonfire, then call the girls.
[Bm]The king in the can and the Marlboro man, [A]Jack and gin were a few good men.
[G]Where ya learned how to kiss and cuss and fight [D]too.

[section 2]
Better watch out for the boys in blue, [Bm]and all this small town he said, she [A]said,
Ain’t it funny how rumors spread, [G]like I know something ya’ll don’t [D]know,

[section 3]
Man that talk is getting old, [Bm]ya better mind your business, man, watch your mouth,
[A]Before I have to knock that loud mouth out, [G]I’m tired of talking, man, ya’ll ain’t listening,
[D]Them old dirt roads is what ya’ll missing.

[chorus]
I’m [Bm]chilling on a dirt [A]road, laid back [G]swerving like I’m George [D]Jones.
Smoke [Bm]rolling out the [A]window, and ice cold beer [G]sitting in the [D]console.
Memory [Bm]lane up in the [A]headlights, it’s got me [G]reminiscing on them good [D]times.
I’m [Bm]turning off of real [A]life, driving that’s right, I’m hitting [G]easy street on mud [D]tires.

[Closing]
[Bm]I sit back and think about them good ole days, [A]the way we were raised, and our southern ways,
[G]And we like cornbread, and biscuits, [D]and if it’s broke round here we fix it.
[Bm]I can take ya’ll where ya need to go, [A]down to my hood, back in them woods.
[G]We do it different ’round here, that’s right, [D]but we sure do it good, and we do it all night.
[Bm]See, if you really wanna know how it feels, [A]to get off the road with trucks and four wheels,
[G]Jump on in, and man, tell your friends, [D]we’ll raise some hell where the blacktop ends.

[chorus]
I’m [Bm]chilling on a dirt [A]road, laid back [G]swerving like I’m George [D]Jones.
Smoke [Bm]rolling out the [A]window, and ice cold beer [G]sitting in the [D]console.
Memory [Bm]lane up in the [A]headlights, it’s got me [G]reminiscing on them good [D]times.
I’m [Bm]turning off of real [A]life, driving that’s right, I’m hitting [G]easy street on mud [D]tires.
Thats right.

[chorus]
I’m [Bm]chilling on a dirt [A]road, laid back [G]swerving like I’m George [D]Jones.
Smoke [Bm]rolling out the [A]window, and ice cold beer [G]sitting in the [D]console.
Memory [Bm]lane up in the [A]headlights, it’s got me [G]reminiscing on them good [D]times.
I’m [Bm]turning off of real [A]life, driving that’s right, I’m hitting [G]easy street on mud [D]tires.