| Nothing better than a four wheel sunset
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| Two lane with a pastel sky
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| That feeling that you get wide open, rollin' yellow faded lines
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| Way out in the country, where the world slows down
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| Used to be one of y’all out there, but I hardly ever drive ‘em now
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| The bad thing about a backroad
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| Is I know she’s gone
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| And I see her every time I’m on one
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| She’s back sittin' pretty in the shotgun
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| Like she used to be
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| Now I wish we would’ve stayed in town
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| Every time we put the pedal down
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| ‘fore she stole my heart, ‘fore she said goodbye
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| I couldn’t find, no I couldn’t find
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| A bad thing about a backroad
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| I know a better way to get where I’m going
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| But I can’t take it, can’t face it
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| So I stick to being stuck on a highway
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| Four lanes, missing that dust
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| But at least I ain’t thinkin' ‘bout us
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| The bad thing about a backroad
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| Is I know she’s gone
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| And I see her every time I’m on one
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| She’s back sittin' pretty in the shotgun
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| Like she used to be
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| Now I wish we would’ve stayed in town
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| Every time we put the pedal down
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| ‘fore she stole my heart, ‘fore she said goodbye
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| I couldn’t find, no I couldn’t find
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| A bad thing about a backroad
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| A bad thing about a backroad
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| Way out in the country, where I wish I was now
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| I used to be one of y’all out there, but I hardly ever drive ‘em now
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| The bad thing about a backroad
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| Is I know she’s gone
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| And I see her every time I’m on one
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| She’s back sittin' pretty in the shotgun
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| Like she used to be
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| Now I wish we would’ve stayed in town
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| Every time we put the pedal down
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| ‘fore she stole my heart, ‘fore she said goodbye
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| I couldn’t find, no I couldn’t find
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| A bad thing about a backroad
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| No I couldn’t find, no I couldn’t find
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| A bad thing about a backroad
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| No I couldn’t find, no I couldn’t find
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| A bad thing about a backroad |