Well Im sick of all these city lights Paying too much money for a good time Rather call some friends of mine Say theres a place that aint hard to find Its just two lefts and one right A beat up barn on the county line Aint too far for a truck or car Yeah I know a place we can go
[chorus:] On the backroads And we can crank up that radio Just bring an ice chest full of beer Aint nothin but hay fields out here And everythings gonna be all right The dance floors made of dirt tonight On the backroads Yeah back on the backroads
When you get close, you better drive slow Cause this old roads full of potholes Just flip your brights a couple times So we all know you aint the popo Yeah were all here on country time Tearin it up under cargo lights We might stay here all night Wake up to that morning sunrise
[chorus:] On the backroads And we can crank up that radio Just bring an ice chest full of beer Aint nothin but hay fields out here And everythings gonna be all right The dance floors made of dirt tonight On the backroads Yeah back on the backroads
Yeah back on the backroads We can crank up that radio Yeah just bring your beer or alcohol Hell you can even bring your dog If you get lost, just give me a call Were tearin it up all night long On the backroads Yeah back on the backroads Aw yeah