Somewhere Down a Backroad

Sun dropping low behind the pines,

Tank half full, but I got plenty of time.

Radio loud, hair blowing wild,

Haven’t felt this much like myself in a while.

Got nowhere to be, nobody to please,

Just a two-lane road and a summer breeze.

Phone on silent, leaving town behind,

Tonight this little backroad is all mine.

I feel free where the blacktop ends,

Windows down, let the night roll in.

Dust in the air, little fire in my soul,

Flying through nowhere on an old backroad.

Moon riding shotgun,

Stars hanging overhead,

Ain’t worried ‘bout tomorrow

Or where this road might end.

Yeah, everything feels right

On a backroad tonight.

Tailgate down with the speakers up,

Sweet tea cold in a red Solo cup.

Lightning bugs dancing through the field,

Funny how the simple things make you feel.

No fancy plans, no city lights,

Just good friends and a Southern night.

Maybe freedom ain’t that hard to find—

Maybe it’s leaving everything behind.

I feel free where the blacktop ends,

Windows down, doing it all again.

Dust in the air, little fire in my soul,

Singing every word down an old backroad.

Moon riding shotgun,

Stars lighting up the sky—

Tonight I’m young, I’m wild, I’m alright,

Somewhere on a backroad tonight.

Radio playing, headlights low…

If you’re looking for me,

I’m somewhere down a backroad.