PIANO & GUITAR INTRO)

well I sleep like a feather

I don't worry 'bout the weather

I take backroads, wherever I go

and I can't take no chances

'cause I sure ain't got no answers

I take the backroads, wherever I go

 

those four-lane freeways ain't got nothin' for me

just gimme a six pack and a '50 Mercury

and I'll be rollin'

over them backroads of my home

over them backroads of my home

 

well I don't let things get risky

'cause I might be drinkin' whisky

out on them backroads of my home

you don't see no hitchhikers

ain't no semi-trucks or bikers

out on them backroads of my home

 

them four-lane freeways ain't got nothin' for me

and that all night rollin' to be where you got to be

it ain't nowhere

gimme them backroads of my home

gimme them backroads of my home

(GUITAR SOLO)

 

I've been busted for speedin'

I've been busted up and bleedin'

out on them backroads of my home

and you just might see me swimmin'

you might see me chase big women

over them backroads of my home

 

those four-lane freeways ain't got nothin' for me

just gimme a six pack and a '50 Mercury

and I'll be rollin'

 

over them backroads of my home

over them backroads of my home

over them backroads of my home

over them backroads of my home

over them backroads of my home

over them backroads of my home