Back On a Backroad

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