Backroad Blues

Dusty gravel under my boots,

Sun sinking low, casting amber hues.

Old red barn in the distance stands,

Where memories are made on borrowed land.

Truck windows down, the radio played,

Songs 'bout love and hometown days.

Fields of gold stretch far and wide,

With a loyal dog always by my side.

On these backroads, we find our truth,

In the simple moments, in our youth.

Every mile a story, every bend a dream,

Living in a small-town country scene.

Moonlight dancing on the creek's soft waves,

Rusty swing set, where we used to play.

Grandma's cooking from her old recipe,

Flavors of love, handed down to me.

High school bleachers, Friday nights,

Cheering loud under stadium lights.

First kiss stolen in the summer rain,

Young hearts beating, free from pain.

On these backroads, we find our truth,

In the simple moments, in our youth.

Every mile a story, every bend a dream,

Living in a small-town country scene.