Back Road Kind of Heaven

[Verse 1]
Dust on the dash
Coffee in a stained old cup
Sun sneakin’ through that cracked windshield
Yeah
It’s just me and this beat up truck
Fence posts flashin’
Fields rollin’ out for miles
I kill the radio just to hear
Them birds sing in that country style
[Chorus]
This is my back road kind of heaven
Tires hummin’ on a two-lane line
Got the world turned down to quiet
In this ragged old ride of mine
I don’t need much
Just the gravel and the sky
And you sittin’ in my mind’s eye
Yeah
This is my back road kind of heaven
Where the small things keep me alive (oh yeah)
[Verse 2]
Fresh cut hay
Hangin’ in the August air
Old red barn leanin’ like it’s
Got a thousand stories to share
Mailboxes tilt
Like they’re wavein’ as I roll past
I tap the wheel
Take a breath
Wish this feelin’ here would last
[Chorus]
This is my back road kind of heaven
Tires hummin’ on a two-lane line
Got the world turned down to quiet
In this ragged old ride of mine
I don’t need much
Just the gravel and the sky
And you sittin’ in my mind’s eye
Yeah
This is my back road kind of heaven
Where the small things keep me alive
[Bridge]
Some folks chase that shiny town
I chase the way this dust falls down
Golden on my faded hood (so good)
If peace had an address
It’d be where these wildflowers stand
Wavin’ me on
Like they understand
[Chorus]
This is my back road kind of heaven
Tires hummin’ on a two-lane line
Got the world turned down to quiet
In this ragged old ride of mine
I don’t need much
Just the gravel and the sky
And you sittin’ in my mind’s eye
Yeah
This is my back road kind of heaven
Just a country boy feelin’ right
On a back road
Easy ride

folk, Warm front-porch country with male vocals, brushed snare and laid-back acoustic strums; fiddle answering the vocal between lines. Verses stay intimate and close-mic’d, chorus opens with stacked harmonies and a brighter strum pattern. Subtle bass glues everything together; final chorus adds a soaring violin line and big group sing-along energy., acoustic, country, violin