This world comes at you like a fastball
It's all traffic backed up on some asphalt
And I'm a good ol' boy in a truck caught
Going five after five o'clock
Just sittin' here cussin', comin' undone
Missing that small-town settin' sun
I need to saddle on up, let the horses run
All over some little map dot
I gotta get back on a back, back on a backroad
Hit the gas, get the glass packs leavin' black smoke
With some Cash cuttin' through the static
And my soul washed in a windows down high
Put this two-tone, two ton, too clean Chevy to work
Put a little dirt into this tread
Trade everywhere to be for nowhere to go
Back on a back, back on a backroad
Maybe stop, pop a top, at the county line
Try to spot me a fence line drop tine
Get to makin' my way to that way of life
Y'all it's about damn time
I get back on a back, back on a backroad
Hit the gas, get the glass packs leavin' black smoke
With some Cash cuttin' through the static
And my soul washed in a windows-down high
Put this two-tone, two ton too clean Chevy to work
And put a little dirt into this tread
Trade everywhere to be for nowhere to go
Back on a back, back on a backroad
Anywhere but where I'm at, level, hit the gas pedal, and fly
Make a dust devil, let the dust settle, and drive
'Til the headlights light up a pine tree skyline
Wound up and I need to unwind
Back on a back, back on a backroad
Hit the gas, get the glass packs leavin' black smoke
With some Cash cuttin' through the static
And my soul washed in a windows-down high
Put this two-tone, two-ton, too clean Chevy to work
And put a little dirt into this tread
Trade everywhere to be for nowhere to go
Back on a back, back on a backroad
Yeah
Back on a back, back on a backroad
Back on a back, back on a backroad