DOWN THE BACKROADS
Words by Mark Howard Bowles Music by Donnie Huffman
Don’t have a membership
At the local country club;
Don’t pay no $50 for a glorified back rub;
Don’t have a sailboat docked
At some exclusive lake;
Don’t have a real Armani or a suntan’s that fake
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But I can drive down the back roads;
And take your hand in mine.
I can put my arm around you
And pass away the time;
Just watch you gently smiling
And do what we wanna do,
Just going down the back roads with you.
Don’t have an Escalade that gets twelve MPG;
Don’t have an MP3 or flat screen TV.
My house is not located
In a gated community;
Don’t have a personal banker
Or chase celebrity
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We can drive down the back roads
In our pickup truck.
We can watch the sun go down
Or see the moon come up,
Just listening to Haggard or Conway Twitty too,
Driving down the back roads with you.
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