Well I'm sick of all these city lights

Paying too much money for a good time

Rather call some friends of mine

Say there's a place that ain't hard to find

It's just two lefts and one right

A beat up barn on the county line

Ain't too far for a truck or car

Yeah I know a place we can go.

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On the backroads

And we can crank up that radio

Just bring an ice chest full of beer

Ain't nothin' but hay fields out here

And everything's gonna be all right

The dance floor's made of dirt tonight

On the backroads

Yeah back on the backroads.

When you get close, you better drive slow

Cause this old road's full of potholes

Just flip your brights a couple times

So we all know you ain't the popo

Yeah we're 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

Ain't nothin' but hay fields out here

And everything's gonna be all right

The dance floor's 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

We're tearin' it up all night long

On the backroads

Yeah back on the backroads

Aw yeah...