Backroad Song

Barbed-wire fence carving out a hillside

Cutting holes in the midday sun

Like a postcard framed in a windshield, covered in dust

I love the rhythm of an old grey blacktop

33's just whistling by

Steer the wheel, one-handed on a two-lane, hugging that line

I got the windows down

No one else around, singing

(Ooh-ooh-ooh)

Freedom is the miles I'm rolling on

(Ooh-ooh-ooh)

Out here cruising to a backroad song

I feel the wheels like a melody

Like a radio dialing in strong

Come on, come on sing along, sing along

To my backroad song

(Ooh-ooh-ooh)

(Ooh-ooh-ooh)

I hit the brakes for an old New Holland

Hammer down and pass him on up

The breeze smells like a summertime hay field's just been cut

I got the windows down

Way out of town, singing

(Ooh-ooh-ooh)

Freedom is the miles I'm rolling on

(Ooh-ooh-ooh)

Out here cruising to a backroad song

I feel the wheels like a melody

Like a radio dialing in strong

Come on, come on sing along, sing along

To my backroad song

(Ooh-ooh-ooh)

(Ooh-ooh-ooh)

The only way today could get better

Girl, what I'm thinking

Is I can pick you up, you slide in this truck

And I can hear you singing

Ooh-ooh-ooh

Let me hear you sing it

Ooh-ooh-ooh

(Ooh-ooh-ooh)

Freedom is the miles I'm rolling on

(Ooh-ooh-ooh)

Out here cruising to a backroad song

I feel the wheels like a melody

Like a radio dialing in strong

Come on, come on sing along, sing along

To my backroad song

Come on, come on sing along, sing along

To my backroad song

This is my backroad song (Ooh-ooh-ooh)

(Feel the rhythm of it, feel the rhythm of it)

This is my backroad song (Ooh-ooh-ooh)

(Feel the rhythm of it, feel the rhythm of it)

Come on, come on, sing along (Ooh-ooh-ooh)

(Feel the rhythm of it, feel the rhythm of it)

To my backroad song (Ooh-ooh-ooh)

(Feel the rhythm of it, feel the rhythm of it)