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Southern Drawl Band Lyrics
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.
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