Backroads - Dylan Bloom

I recall small town stars The radio tower in the reservoir The way it was The way it goes And the way crazy way you drove Backroads Daredevil on a joyride Thought you were a rebel of some kind Angels watching over all the time Didn't even know Backroads Small town stars That shone and all night only seem to say You are one of our own Hey, you might be someone Someday Heaven was above your head Met you at the Watershed The day the doors of high school close God opens the window Backroads Say goodbye to childhood Getting wild up in the woods Drop the cans when the policemen show And everybody dove Backroads Different cop on the same night Stopped a kid about a tail light Somebody thought it didn't look right Might as well have said he didn't look white Might've rode all night, might've gone far Had he been riding in a different car You and I were in the dark Driving under different stars That shone and all night only seem to stay You are one of our own Hey, you might be someone Someday Young, in love and it's down my eyes Never gonna hurt like the first time Pulling over on a shoulder Let the tears drops roll Backroads Cliché on the radio Speaking straight to my soul Baby, baby please don't go Don't leave me all alone Backroads But I was not alone I had the stars that shone You are one of our own Hey, you might be someone You got hearts to break You've got mistakes to make You got miles And miles And miles to go Backroads Backroads I recall small town stars The radio tower in the reservoir The way it was The way it goes And the crazy way you drove

Well I'm sick of all these city lights Paying too much money for a good time Rather call some friends of mine Say there's a place that ain't hard to find It's just two lefts and one right A beat up barn on the county line Ain't too far for a truck or car Yeah I know a place we can go On the backroads And we can crank up that radio Just bring an ice chest full of beer Ain't nothin' but hay fields out here And everything's gonna be all right The dance floor's made of dirt tonight On the backroads Yeah back on the backroads When you get close, you better drive slow Cause this old road's full of potholes Just flip your brights a couple times So we all know you ain't the PoPo Yeah we're all here on country time Tearin' it up under cargo lights We might stay here all night Wake up to that morning sunrise On the backroads And we can crank up that radio Just bring an ice chest full of beer Ain't nothin' but hay fields out here And everything's gonna be all right The dance floor's made of dirt tonight On the backroads Yeah back on the backroads Yeah back on the backroads We can crank up that radio Yeah just bring your beer or alcohol Hell you can even bring your dog If you get lost, just give me a call We're tearin' it up all night long On the backroads Yeah back on the backroads Aw yeah

I got one that I take to a honey hole Where the bluegill always bite And one that's a shortcut to anywhere As long as you ain't short on time I been down every one in this town At least a couple thousand times They can get these four wheels from A to B Oh, but they can't take me where you take me You're the best thing since backroads, baby Pedal to the medal with the windows down Sunshine setting on a cross that saved me Hanging from a rearview in red dirt clouds Two-lane heaven's one hell of a view But it ain't got nothing on you Driving this good old country boy crazy You're the best thing since backroads, baby I can show you one nobody knows It turns into Sediment Creek We can get a little moonlight, mud on the tires Baby, if you know what I mean Angel in the front seat, yeti in back Out here connecting dots on a map You're the best thing since backroads, baby Pedal to the medal with the windows down Sunshine setting on a cross that saved me Hanging from a rearview in red dirt clouds Two-lane heaven's one hell of a view But it ain't got nothing on you Driving this good old country boy crazy You're the best thing since backroads, baby Pretty as a windshield Painted with a blue sky Out here in a leather seat, seat belt buckled In the middle of July You're the best thing since backroads, baby Pedal to the medal with the windows down Sunshine setting on a cross that saved me Hanging from a rearview in red dirt clouds Two-lane heaven's one hell of a view But it ain't got nothing on you Driving this good old country boy crazy You're the best thing since backroads, baby Yeah, you're the best thing since backroads, baby Yeah, you're the best thing since backroads, baby