Backroads and Moonshine

[Verse 1]
Dust on my boots
Coupons in the glovebox
Same three songs
On this county-line drive
Your hair up high
Feet on the dashboard
Laughing so hard
We forget we’re alive
[Chorus]
We got backroads and moonshine
Tailgate throne
We’re kings tonight (hey!)
If the world burns down
Let it start from our porch light
Singing “whoa
Whoa”
Till the stars all fall in line
If this is all we ever own
It’s enough with you and
Backroads and moonshine
[Verse 2]
Paycheck’s thin
But the jar’s getting thicker
Tips from the bar
And a folded-up five
You draw hearts
On my old blue flannel
Say
“Boy
You’re broke
But you’re rich in my eyes” (my eyes)
[Chorus]
We got backroads and moonshine
Tailgate throne
We’re kings tonight
If the world burns down
Let it start from our porch light
Singing “whoa
Whoa”
Till the stars all fall in line
If this is all we ever own
It’s enough with you and
Backroads and moonshine
[Bridge]
Maybe we’ll make it
Maybe we won’t
Maybe this rust
Turns into gold
But even if the dream
Runs out of gas
I’ll still have your hand
On my knee
On the dash (yeah)
[Chorus]
We got backroads and moonshine
Bonfire glow in your green eyes (oh yeah)
If the world burns down
Let it start from our porch light
Singing “whoa
Whoa”
While the crickets keep the time
If this is all we ever own
I’ll still raise my glass high
To backroads and moonshine

rock, Anthemic late-90s alt-country / Southern rock crossover with male vocals; mid-tempo stomp built on chunky electric guitars, warm layered acoustics, and a gritty, tuned low-end groove replacing a traditional bass line. Verse one keeps it tight and talky, brushed snare feel; chorus explodes with big gang vocals, tambourine, and wide slide guitar swells. Second verse adds organ pads and a simple lead riff, bridge drops to just vocal, kick pulse, and guitar chugs before a final euphoric chorus with ad-libbed call-and-response., southern rock, country, rhythmic, pop, electric, male vocals, country rock, alternative country