Backroads & Broken Things

Verse 1
There’s a rusted-out Chevy sittin’ in the yard
Daddy said he’d fix it, but life hit hard
Mama’s screen door still slams just the same
Echoes through the years like it knows my name

I got a pocket full of nothin’ but a half-pack smoke
And a heart that learned how to bend, not broke
Been chasin’ ghosts down County Road 9
Tryin’ to outrun things that won’t stay behind


Pre-Chorus
Yeah, I wear my past like a second skin
A little too tight, but I’m breathin’ in


Chorus
I’m just backroads and broken things
Cheap guitar with rusted strings
Singin’ truths I can’t outrun
Underneath that southern sun

Got a soul that don’t sit still
And a mind that probably never will
If you’re lookin’ for gold, you won’t find it in me
Just backroads and broken things

Verse 2
She had blue eyes like a summer sky
Said, “Boy, you love like you’re sayin’ goodbye”
I laughed it off but she saw right through
Every mile I ran, she already knew

We danced one night on a tailgate bed
With the radio hummin’ what we never said
She left a note in the glovebox light
Said, “You can’t outrun yourself, no matter how far you drive tonight”

Pre-Chorus
Yeah, I tried to leave, but I took me too
Ain’t a road long enough to lose the truth

Chorus
I’m just backroads and broken things
Cheap guitar with rusted strings
Singin’ truths I can’t outrun
Underneath that southern sun

Got a soul that don’t sit still
And a mind that probably never will
If you’re lookin’ for gold, you won’t find it in me
Just backroads and broken things

Bridge
And maybe one day I’ll find some peace
In a town so small it forgets me
Or maybe I’m meant to roam this way
With a past I carry and words I can’t say

Breakdown (soft)
Yeah, I ain’t no hero, ain’t no saint
Just a man tryin’ to be what he ain’t

Final Chorus (bigger, emotional)
I’m just backroads and broken things
A worn-out heart and these songs I sing
If there’s beauty in the mess I bring
It’s in backroads and broken things

Yeah, I’m still here, yeah, I still try
With a little bit of truth and a whole lot of why
If you’re lookin’ for perfect, you won’t find it in me
Just backroads and broken things

Outro
That rusted Chevy still don’t run
But I swear one day I’ll fix that up

male. Raw, stripped-down Americana / Red Dirt country
Very minimal production— Just guitar and vocals, hits the heart