Well Im sick of all these city lights
Paying too much money for a good time
Rather call some friends of mine
Say theres a place that aint hard to find
Its just two lefts and one right
A beat up barn on the county line
Aint too far for a truck or car
Yeah I know a place we can go
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On the backroads
And we can crank up that radio
Just bring an ice chest full of beer
Aint nothin but hay fields out here
And everythings gonna be all right
The dance floors made of dirt tonight
On the backroads
Yeah back on the backroads
When you get close, you better drive slow
Cause this old roads full of potholes
Just flip your brights a couple times
So we all know you aint the popo
Yeah were all here on country time
Tearin it up under cargo lights
We might stay here all night
Wake up to that morning sunrise
[chorus:]
On the backroads
And we can crank up that radio
Just bring an ice chest full of beer
Aint nothin but hay fields out here
And everythings gonna be all right
The dance floors 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
Were tearin it up all night long
On the backroads
Yeah back on the backroads
Aw yeah