Livin' On A Backroad

I just pull up under that sycamore tree
With an ice cold beer and a bag full of trees
Yeah, little country girl, looking so damn fine
And you ain't gotta wonder where I wanna spend time
Oh, living on a backroad
Just living on a backroad
Oh, living on a backroad
Just living on a backroad

See I practice what preach about
All I wanna be is south
Never been the one to try to fit in or just reach it out
I ain't had to stretch the truth
Country boy is what I do
I bleed that red and black and I'm gonna say it 'til I'm black and blue
Rollin' on a backroad hitting 25
With a Cooler in the seat
Pretty thing by my side
We can take our time, baby
We ain't gotta rush
Put that seat back and recline
And I ain't worried about much
I just wanna ride along
What kind of life is by a phone
Social media depictions making people die alone
You give a damn
Mine is gone
Instagram
Guess mine is wrong
I just live my life the way I want
Now play that ridin' song

I just pull up under that sycamore tree
With an ice cold beer and a bag full of trees
Yeah, little country girl, looking so damn fine
And you ain't gotta wonder where I wanna spend time
Oh, living on a backroad
Just living on a backroad
Oh, living on a backroad
Just living on a backroad

Hydro sticky icky got me stuck up on your kisses
Drip of honey get the munchies whined up in grandmama kitchen
Hit the creek later on show you my big cannon ball
I guess my jaw must have dropped when she took everything off
She said what if we get caught, I said don't worry 'bout that
Hey, 'cause the closest thing around is them ol' railroad tracks
Baby, don't you hear the crickets and the whiper wills
Though we may see a chugging tractor out there digging fields
Baby, chill, we all good, we dip out, to the woods
We alone, what you think, wanna smoke, wanna drink
I swear sometimes you get the wrong impression 'bout me
I'm just a back road living, hunting, fishing OG

I just pull up under that sycamore tree
With an ice cold beer and a bag full of trees
Yeah, little country girl, looking so damn fine
And you ain't gotta wonder where I wanna spend time
Oh, living on a backroad
Just living on a backroad
Oh living on a backroad
Just living on a backroad

I just pull up under that sycamore tree
With an ice cold beer and a bag full of trees
Yeah, little country girl, looking so damn fine
And you ain't gotta wonder where I wanna spend time
Oh, living on a backroad
Just living on a backroad
Oh, living on a backroad
Just living on a backroad