Verse 1
Dust kickin’ up on a Friday night,
Headlights cuttin’ through the pale moonlight,
Old Chevy hums like a gospel song,
Radio low, but the drive feels strong.
She’s got boots on the dash, hat pulled low,
Wind in her hair, just lettin’ it go,
That dirt road knows us way too well,
Every mile got a story to tell.
Chorus
Yeah, she’s a backroad cowgirl, heart runnin’ wild,
Blue jeans faded, got the soul of a child,
Ridin’ shotgun in my beat-up truck,
On a dirt road dream with a little bit of luck.
Stars overhead and the night unfurled,
Just me, this truck, and my backroad cowgirl.
Verse 2
Tires hummin’ slow past the county line,
Talkin’ ‘bout nothin’ but killin’ time,
She laughs easy, like summer rain,
Makes a small-town night feel wide open plain.
Bonfire glow in her brown-eye stare,
Smell of бензin and country air,
Every turn feels like it’s meant to be,
A long way from who we used to be.
Chorus
Yeah, she’s a backroad cowgirl, heart runnin’ wild,
Blue jeans faded, got the soul of a child,
Ridin’ shotgun in my beat-up truck,
On a dirt road dream with a little bit of luck.
Stars overhead and the night unfurled,
Just me, this truck, and my backroad cowgirl.
Bridge
If this road never turns to paved,
Hope it keeps us young, keeps us brave,
No city lights, no end in sight,
Just tailgate kisses and firefly nights.
Chorus (Last)
Yeah, she’s a backroad cowgirl, born to roam,
Every dirt mile feels more like home,
Truck bed memories, love sun-worn,
On these red clay roads where our hearts were torn—
And healed again in this simple world,
Just me, this truck, and my backroad cowgirl.
Outro
Dust settlin’ down as the sun comes up,
Still rollin’ slow in that old-school truck…
Steven30
