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.
[Guitar kicks in harder]
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.