[Verse 1]
Dust on that mailbox
Red clay on my boots
County line sign in the rearview
Fresh chew, full tank, you
Hair in my lap, you’re laughin’
One hand on my thigh
Other on the throttle, baby
Let that gravel fly
[Chorus]
Backroads, buckshot, and you, girl
Rippin’ through the fields ‘til the moon turns blue
Wind in your hair, yeah, I got that view
Chrome on the bikes and a sky so true
Got my shotgun, sunshine, high-proof
And a front-seat angel in cowgirl boots
Backroads, buckshot, and you
That’s my dream come true
[Verse 2]
Brake lights in that hayfield
Turkeys in the tree line
Camo in the saddlebag, sunrise
Deer tracks cuttin’ through a fence line
You pour a little from the flask
Kiss tastes like apple shine
You say “tag it then we ride back fast”
I say “girl, that’s my kind”
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Kickstand down by the creek bank
You dance on the tailgate, bare feet, tank top
Bass thumpin’ in my chest like a heart race
Every little laugh makes the world just stop
We’ll chase bucks at dawn
Burn miles at noon
Then wrap you in my jacket
Under that harvest moon
[Chorus]