County Line Intro

Headlights cuttin’ through the blacktop haze

FM static and some old heartbreak

Cheap smoke driftin’ out the driver side

Two lane freedom on a Friday night

There’s a fire out deep in the pasture line

Red dirt buzz and a neon sign

Couple good ol’ boys tryin’ to outrun ghosts

With a six string song and a midnight toast

And the county line keeps callin’ me back

Past the church, them fields, them railroad tracks

Where the moon hangs low and the beer stays cold

And every broke-down story still gets told

Yeah we learned how to live where the map roads end

Where the cops know your truck and all your friends

Just some backroad sinners chasin’ sunset skies

Tryin’ to make peace with this small-town life

(Spoken style bridge)

If you’re hearin’ this…

You probably know what it feels like

Windows down…

Tank on E…

Heart halfway gone…

Still ridin’ anyway

’Cause out here…

The night ain’t dead yet.

So light one up and let the speakers scream

This album’s for the ones stuck in between

Those nowhere towns and those almost dreams

Yeah this is *Backroads & Sunsets*

Welcome to the county line.