Verse 1
Cracked vinyl sticking to my legs
July heat, hair blowing in my face
Mama’s driving with one hand
Other one tapping on the dash to the band
Sunset bleeding through the trees
Two-lane running like a memory
Speakers shaking that old Grand Prix
Like it was headed to the Opry
Pre-Chorus
She’d turn it up when the chorus hit
Singing loud, not caring one bit
Chorus
In the backseat of a ‘96
Pontiac Grand Prix, windows down, getting my fix
“My Maria” on repeat, yeah we’d let it play
Then a little Shania Twain, “That Don’t Impress Me Much” all the way
Air blowing wild through the summer night
Mama laughing at a red light
That radio made a country boy
Outta the backseat of a ‘96
Verse 2
Dashboard lights like a county fair
Gas tank low but we didn’t care
She’d say, “Boy, don’t you ever lose
That small-town heart and those cowboy boots.”
Every word of every song
Still lives in me all these years long
From a CD skipping tracks
To dreams riding in the back
Pre-Chorus
I learned love and I learned pain
From a steel guitar in the fast lane
Chorus
In the backseat of a ‘96
Pontiac Grand Prix, windows down, getting my fix
“My Maria” on repeat, yeah we’d let it play
Then a little Shania Twain lighting up the highway
Air blowing wild through the summer night
Mama singing every line just right
That radio made a country boy
Outta the backseat of a ‘96
Bridge (big lift, drums drop then hit hard)
Now I’m driving with my own kid back there
Same two-lane, same hot summer air
And when that chorus comes around
I crank it up and I let it pound
Final Chorus (bigger, stacked harmonies)
In the backseat of a ‘26
Chevy Colorado, windows down, getting his fix
“My Maria” playing loud, yeah we still sing
And a little Shania Twain makes the whole truck swing
Time rolls on but the feeling sticks
Like a memory you just can’t kick
That radio raising this country boy
In the backseat of a ‘26
Tag (hooky, chant style)
Whoa-oh-oh… windows down
Whoa-oh-oh… radio loud
Yeah that’s where it all began
Backseat of a ‘96
SilasCrowe