Backroads Kinda Love

[Verse 1]
Got dirt on my boots
You got paint on your jeans
Laughing in the bed of my old Ford
Knees pulled up, chasing dreams
Fireflies in your hair
You stealing my ball cap again
You say you’re bored of this small-town map
I say, “Girl, that’s where it all began”
[Chorus]
I’m just a country boy in love
Heart wide open, calloused hands
A little broke, a little stubborn
Doing the best I can
You could’ve had bright-city, fast-lane rush
But you’re here in this gravel dust
Holding on in this rust-red truck
To a backroads kinda love
[Verse 2]
You circle hearts on the fair flyer
Say, “Take me Friday night”
Cotton candy lips and your wild hair
Spinning in the neon ride
We talk about someday porches
Little boots by the door
You grin and say, “That sounds like us”
And I fall even more
[Chorus]
I’m just a country boy in love
Heart wide open, calloused hands
A little broke, a little stubborn
Doing the best I can
You could’ve had bright-city, fast-lane rush
But you’re here in this gravel dust
Holding on in this rust-red truck
To a backroads kinda love
[Bridge]
If all we ever have
Is this two-lane, you and me (oh yeah)
I’ll still thank the stars each night
For a simple life and your bare feet on my seat
[Chorus]
I’m just a country boy in love
Heart wide open, calloused hands
A little broke, a little stubborn
Doing the best I can
You could’ve had bright-city, fast-lane rush
But you’re here in this gravel dust
Holding on in this rust-red truck
Yeah, you’re all that I’m dreaming of
In this backroads kinda love

country, Warm modern country ballad with male vocals, gentle acoustic strum and brushed drums. Steel guitar slides weave around a steady bass, organ pads bloom softly on the chorus. Verses stay intimate and close-mic’d; chorus widens with stacked harmonies and tambourine for lift, then a stripped-down bridge before a final, heartfelt hook.