Backroads

Verse 1

There’s dust on the dash of the old Toyota,

Sun sinkin’ low on the edge of October,

Shotguns wrapped in a faded old tarp,

Dogs in the back and a fire in our hearts.

Geese fly low over floodplain water,

Dad says, “Boys, don’t forget what matters,”

It ain’t the hunt or the stories we claim,

It’s sittin’ round the fire with family names.

Chorus

We were raised on backroads, cold beer and prayer,

Red dirt boots and the outback air,

Pig dogs singin’ through the moonlight pines,

Brothers beside me for the rest of my life.

From the swamps in the north to the old campfire,

We live for the moments money can’t buy,

Yeah the bush raised us tough, but it taught us the same:

Look after your people and protect your name.

Verse 2

Mum made tea while the rain rolled in,

Kids all laughin’ with mud on their skin,

Grandpa smiled with a smoke in hand,

Sayin’, “This right here is a wealthy man.”

Not rich in gold, not rich in fame,

Just rich in stories and the blood in our veins,

Every scar and every hard-earned mile,

Was worth it for nights like this all the while.

Chorus

We were raised on backroads, cold beer and prayer,

Red dirt boots and the outback air,

Pig dogs singin’ through the moonlight pines,

Brothers beside me for the rest of my life.

Bridge

And one day these kids will take these tracks,

Carry old rifles in the dusty racks,

And they’ll sing these songs underneath the stars,

About who we were and where we are.

Final Chorus

Yeah we were raised on backroads, family and faith,

Sunburnt hearts in a wide-open place,

Goose feathers driftin’ through the morning light,

Thank God for the bush and this simple life.