Back Roads

The back roads of this county

Cross like the laces on my boots

And I've been running 'em down

Since I was able to

I left home at nineteen,

Swore I was never coming back

Nights like this I wish

That's where I was at

Slow pokin' down a blacktop, cutting tires on the white rock

There's a party on a dead end road

We're just hoping that the cops don't show

Somebody is looking for a fight

It's gonna be that kind of night

When I get too far from home

I go find me a back road

I remember the summer, that I turned sixteen

I made out with a girl, in the back of her hatchback Chevrolet

And I drank my first beer, on the Louisiana state line

My first night to see the other side

I heard 'em tell me, son don't forget where you came from

And I never have, and I still like to beat that drum

From the river bottoms, to the tall pine trees

It will forever be right here inside of me