Backroad

You can't find me in a city Or another hometown You can find me where the road runs out By a creek bed, perched up on a log One hand on my beer, the other one on my dog Blame my mama for the way that I am But I ain't sorry if I don't give a damn Forget the condo, I don't want it No sir, no ma'am You can find me on a backroad Spinnin' them tires Got the Goodyears out For a country mile Past the cornfields Where the rooster crows God, it feels good to be livin' that life on a backroad I got the two-tone power stroke diesel singin' No reception on my phone Ain't nobody ringin' You can come on down and join me If you got some cold beer slingin' So get in my 4 by 4 I'll show you that straight pipe roar Throw a little dirt Throw a little dust out here With the trees and the floorboard rust You can find me on a backroad Spinnin' them tires Got the Goodyears out For a country mile Past the cornfields Where the rooster crows God, it feels good to be livin' that life on a backroad You can find me on a backroad Spinnin' them tires Got the Goodyears out For a country mile Past the cornfields Where the rooster crows God, it feels good to be livin' that life on a backroad