[Verse 1]
’05 Silverado
dust on the dash
Jacob Spidel
driving way too fast
Chicken houses glowing
like a row of old moons
Windows down, we’re laughing
chasing county fair tunes
[Chorus]
Backroads and Miller Lite
tailgate throne in the evening light
Jacob talking big ’bout the game last night
about tackling Gunner Stockton just right
Raised up where the gravel turns to gold
where his dad’s still the story folks get told
Backroads and Miller Lite
yeah, that’s Jacob’s kind of life
[Verse 2]
Pull off by the creek bed
cicadas in the trees
Boots up on the bumper
cool cans on our knees
He points toward the bleachers
by that leaning goalpost
“That’s where Dad made the play
they still brag on him the most”
[Chorus]
Backroads and Miller Lite
tailgate throne in the evening light
Jacob talking big ’bout the game last night
about tackling Gunner Stockton just right
Raised up where the gravel turns to gold
where his dad’s still the story folks get told
Backroads and Miller Lite
yeah, that’s Jacob’s kind of life
[Bridge]
He says, “I ain’t leaving
this little hometown sky
Got an old truck, good friends
and a last name with pride”
We toast to the hero
and to Friday night lights
and we ride, and we ride
through the same old sights (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
Backroads and Miller Lite
tailgate throne in the evening light
Jacob talking big ’bout the game last night
about tackling Gunner Stockton just right
Raised up where the gravel turns to gold
where his dad’s still the story folks get told
Backroads and Miller Lite
yeah, that’s Jacob’s kind of life (that’s right)
Backroads and Miller Lite
that’s Jacob Spidel’s life