Backroad (That 17 Summer)

Every time I turn down

Old County Road 3

This Chevy's like a short-bed time machine

Your head on my shoulder

Chattahoochee up loud

Your dashboard drummin', I can see it right now, come on

Take me backroad to that '17 summer

Stars that we were under back when

We came real close

To ridin' it the rest of our lives

I wonder why we said goodbye every time I go down that

Take me backroad

Take me backroad

Park by a boat ramp

Feet hangin' off the dock

Turned into midnight, blanket on a rock

When we pass that spot, it turned back the clock, come on

Take me backroad to that '17 summer

Stars that we were under back when

We came real close

To ridin' it the rest of our lives

I wonder why we said goodbye every time I go down that

Take me backroad

Take me backroad

Take me backroad to that '17 summer

Stars that we were under back when

We came real close

To ridin' it the rest of our lives

I wonder why we said goodbye every time I go down that

Take me backroad

Take me backroad

Take me backroad