Backroads

(album: Don't Look Down - 1977)

Well, I sleep like a feather
I don't worry 'bout the weather
I take backroads, wherever I go
And I can't take no chances
'Cause I sure ain't got no answers
I take the backroads, wherever I go

Those four-lane freeways ain't got nothing for me
Just gimme a six pack and a '50 Mercury
And I'll be rolling
Over them backroads of my home
Over them backroads of my home

Well, I don't let things get risky
'Cause I might be drinking whisky
Out on them backroads of my home
You don't see no hitchhikers
Ain't no semi-trucks or bikers
Out on them backroads of my home

Them four-lane freeways ain't got nothing for me
And that all night rolling to be where you got to be
It ain't nowhere
Gimme them backroads of my home
Gimme them backroads of my home

I've been busted for speeding
I've been busted up and bleeding
Out on them backroads of my home
And you just might see me swimming
You might see me chase big women
Over them backroads of my home

Those four-lane freeways ain't got nothing for me
Just gimme a six pack and a '50 Mercury
And I'll be rolling

Over them backroads of my home
Over them backroads of my home
Over them backroads of my home
Over them backroads of my home
Over them backroads of my home
Over them backroads of my home