County Lines to City Lights (The ’90s Kid Grows Up)

(BG SHOUTS: Let’s go! / Woo! / Yessir!)

Backroad heart with a turnpike view—still me, still you.

Got a house key hangin’ where the truck key was, (BG: Click!)

Same old boots with a little more dust.

We swapped those JNCOs for a work-day jean, (BG: Work hard!)

But the radio still knows what “twang” means.

Calendar’s packed like a county fair, (BG: So full!)

Kids in the back singin’ without a care.

Streaming our songs but the feeling’s the same— (BG: Same vibe!)

That mixtape love with a brand-new name.

We’re paycheck proud and coffee strong, (BG: Strong!)

Still hummin’ our small-town favorite song.

When the porch light hits that Friday smile— (BG: Oh yeah!)

We’re ’90s kids just grown in style.

From county lines to city lights, (BG: City lights!)

We carry that neon moon in our eyes. (BG: Shine bright!)

Got bills and dreams in the same old truck, (BG: Load it up!)

Prayin’, playin’, and pushin’ our luck.

If life’s a tape, we’ll flip that side, (BG: Flip it!)

Let the pedal steel testify. (BG: Testify!)

From VCR nights to a fast Wi‑Fi— (BG: Log on!)

We’re still those kids with a grown-up drive.

We still hit dirt roads when the world gets loud, (BG: Turn it down!)

That sunset paint makes us country proud.

Blockbuster’s gone but the popcorn stayed, (BG: Butter!)

Living room dance floor, baby, press play.

We text a “miss ya” in a group chat thread, (BG: Ding!)

Plan a bonfire like the old days said.

Same best friends, just a couple more rings— (BG: Bling!)

Tradein’ loud nights for the lullaby things.

Quarter-tank hope and a work-week plan, (BG: Let’s roll!)

Chasing that joy with a six-string band.

Every mile marker says “you’re alright”— (BG: You’re alright!)

Home is a song that fits just right.

From county lines to city lights, (BG: City lights!)

We carry that neon moon in our eyes. (BG: Shine on!)

Got bills and dreams in the same old truck, (BG: Load it up!)

Prayin’, playin’, and pushin’ our luck.

If life’s a tape, we’ll flip that side, (BG: Flip it!)

Let the pedal steel testify. (BG: Testify!)

From VHS glow to a blu‑sky drive— (BG: Ride!)

We’re still those kids with a grown-up drive.

(BG: Hey! Hey!)

We ain’t stuck in the past, we just bring it along— (BG: Bring it!)

Like a lucky old pick in a brand-new song.

Every new chapter’s got a backroad page— (BG: Turn it!)

We toe-tap time while the world turns the stage. (BG: Keep on!)

(Handclaps) Raise that glass to the ones we’ve been, (BG: Cheers!)

To the dirt on the boots and the city we’re in. (BG: Both!)

Call Mom on Sunday, grill on a Tuesday— (BG: That’s right!)

Still say “Yeehaw!” on the freeway. (BG: Yeehaw!)

(BG CHANT: Hey! Hey! Hey!)

Neon heart, porch light bright— (BG: So bright!)

’90s in my soul, I’m feelin’ right. (BG: Woo!)