Southern Drawl Band - The Backroads Lyrics

Man, I love the smell of fresh cut grass in the air
On a summer day.
And I’ve had my fill of these city streets, concrete.
I think it’s time for a getaway.
I’m gonna find me a red dirt trail
With an old scarecrow
Under a big shade tree
Where life is slow.

Out on the backroads.
Yeah, out on the backroads.

Now you might think the houses ‘round here are fallin’ apart
And lookin’ rough, that folks ain’t got much.
Ah, but it ain’t nothin’ a new coat of paint won’t fix.
Take a closer look, ‘cause they’re filled with love.
I’m sittin’ down on the river bank.
With an old cane pole.
I’m watchin’ the sun set.
I’m watchin the weeds grow.

Out on the backroads.
Yeah, out on the backroads.

Well old folks sittin’ in a front porch swing
Sippin’ sweet tea and shellin’ beans as the cars go by.
Well, see that old pickup truck, yeah it’s a fixer-up just sittin’ on blocks
In that gravel drive.
I got a rusty old tractor
Wavin’ me on by.
He’s headin’ for a field to plow
I guess it all takes time.

Out on the backroads.
Yeah, out on the backroads.

I was raised in a place like this, dirt roads and cattle fences.
Guess it’s true what they say, you don’t miss it ‘til it’s gone.
And I couldn’t wait ‘til the day that I turned eighteen
I hopped that fence where the grass was green and I was gone.
Now I’m back where I belong.

Out on the backroads,
Yeah, the backroads.