This world comes at you like a fastball It's all traffic backed up on some asphalt
And I'm a good old boy in a truck haul Going five after five o'clock
Just sitting here cussing coming undone Missing that small town setting sun
I need a saddle on up, let the horses run All over some little map dot I got
And getting back on the back, back on the back road
Hit the gas, get the glass, packs leaving black smoke
With some cash cutting through the static in my soul
Washed in the windows down high
Put this two-tone, two-ton, two-clean Chevy to work
And put a little dirt into this tread trade
Everywhere to be from nowhere
To go back on the back, back on the back road
Maybe stop, pop a top at the county line Try to spot me a fence line drop tie
Get to making my way to that way of life Y'all, it's about damn time
I get back on the back, back on the back road Hit the gas, get the glass, packs leaving black smoke
With some cash cutting through the static in my soul
Washed in the windows down high
Put this two-tone, two-ton, two-clean Chevy to work
And put a little dirt into this tread trade
Everywhere to be from nowhere to go
Back on the back, back on the back road
Anywhere but where I'm at level Hit the gas pedal
And fly, make a dust devil, let the dust settle
And drive till the headlights light up a pine tree skyline
Wound up and I need to unwind
Back on the back, back on the back road
Hit the gas, get the glass, packs leaving black smoke
With some cash cutting through the static in my soul
Washed in the windows down high
With this two-tone, two-ton, two-clean Chevy to work
And put a little dirt into this tread trade
Everywhere to be from nowhere to go
Back on the back, back on the back road
Yeah
Back on the back, back on the back road
Back on the back, back on the back road
Back on the back road