Backroads & Whiskey

[Verse] Down a dusty old backroad, where the wildflowers grow, There's a little piece of heaven, where the wind always blows. Grandpa's old farm, with a creakin' porch swing, Where you'd hear the coyotes howl and the church bells ring. [Verse 2] We'd sit by the firelight, whiskey in hand, Talk about life, maybe make a few plans. Mama's old records playin’ Hank and Merle, And there ain't no rush in this part of the world. [Chorus] 'Cause it's backroads and whiskey, under moonlit skies, Where the stars tell a story that's as old as time. Got my heart in these fields, got my soul in this land, It's backroads and whiskey, just me and my old man. [Verse 3] There's a barn where I learned to swing a hammer and a rope, And where broken dreams mended gave a young boy hope. With each nail driven deep into those weathered boards, I found more than just shelter, I found open doors. [Verse 4] We'd lay in that tall grass, count the planes overhead, And dream about places far beyond the homestead. But no matter how far I wandered or roamed, That dirt road always pulled me back home. [Chorus] 'Cause it's backroads and whiskey, under moonlit skies, Where the stars tell a story that's as old as time. Got my heart in these fields, got my soul in this land, It's backroads and whiskey, just me and my old man.