Livin’ On A Backroad Lyrics by The Lacs
I just pull up under that sycamore tree
With an ice cold beer and a bag full of trees
Ya little country girl looking so damn fine And You ain’t gotta wonder where I wanna spend my time
Oh living on a backroad
Just living on a backroad
Oh living on a backroad
Just living on a backroad
See I practice what preach about
All I wanna be is south
Never been the one to try to fit in or just Reach it out
I ain’t had to stretch the truth
Country boy is what I do
I bleed that red and black and I’m gonna say it til I’m black and blue
Rollin on a backroad hitting 25
With a Cooler in the seat Pretty thing by my side
We can take our time baby We ain’t gotta rush
Put that seat back and recline I ain’t worried about much
I just wanna ride along what kind of life is by a phone
Social media depictions making people Die alone
You give a damn Mine is gone
Instagram guess mine is wrong
I just live my life the way I want now play that ridin song
I just pull up under that sycamore tree
With an ice cold beer and a bag full of trees
Ya little country girl looking so damn fine And You ain’t gotta wonder where I wanna spend my time
Oh living on a backroad
Just living on a backroad
Oh living on a backroad
Just living on a backroad
Hydro sticky icky got me stuck up on your kisses, drip of honey get the munchies whined up in grandmama kitchen
hit the creek later on show you my big cannon ball, guess my jaw must have dropped when she took everything off
She said what if we get caught, I said don’t worry bout that, hey Cause the closest around us is them ole railroad tracks
Baby don’t you hear the crickets and the whiper wills
Though we may see a chugging tractor out there digging fields
Baby chill, we all good, we dip out, to the woods, we alone, what you think, wanna smoke, wanna drink
I swear Sometimes you get the wrong impression bout me
I’m just a back road living, hunting, fishing og
