Back Roads Lyrics

Back Roads
Brandon Rhyder
Conviction
Some of the weird chords at the end of the
chorus are just a long walkdown from the Cadd9
to the D, but here they are:
The backroads of this county
Cross like the laces on my boots
And I've been running them down since I was able to
I left home at nineteen
Swore I was never goin back
Nights like this I wish thats where I was at
CHORUS:
Slow pokin' down a blacktop
Cuttin tires on a white rock
There's a party on a dead end road
We're just hopin that the cops dont show
Somebody is lookin 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
Well 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 time to see the other side
CHORUS (No walkdown at the end)
Well I heard them tell me
Son don't forget where you came from
And I never have
And I still like to beat that drum
To the tall pine trees
It forever will be
Right here inside of me