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