Testo di Back Roads

The back roads of this county Cross like the laces on my boots And I've been running 'em down Since I was able to I left home at nineteen, Swore I was never coming back Nights like this I wish That's where I was at Slow pokin' down a blacktop, cutting tires on the white rock There's a party on a dead end road We're just hoping that the cops don't show Somebody is looking for a fight It's gonna be that kind of night When I get too far from home I go find me a back road I remember the summer, that I turned sixteen I made out with a girl, in the back of her hatchback Chevrolet And I drank my first beer, on the Louisiana state line My first night to see the other side I heard 'em tell me, son don't forget where you came from And I never have, and I still like to beat that drum From the river bottoms, to the tall pine trees It will forever be right here inside of me