Back to Them Backroads (feat. Jimmie Allen)

Take me back to them backroads Tip it back, let the time slow down Talkin' out here where the corn grows Where them tractors go round and round Gotd, I gotta ride lot of red dirt I need me some of that heaven on earth Let that outback just cleanse my soul Take me back to them backroads, roads Yeah, them backroads I said hold up, wait a minute Let me put some country in it Show you how my folks get it Listen closer now I'll spit it Fence it, feed it, plow it, grow it Break it, fix it, faster, slower Don't matter to us Long as we got gas in our trucks We gon' ride high, dirty, yup 35s, you'll need a step Y'all about that work here All about that cold beer All about them big deer Sippin' on that copper clear If you really wanna know I'll show you 'round them backroads Take me back to them backroads Tip it back, let the time slow down Talkin' out here where the corn grows Where them tractors go round and round God, I gotta ride a lot of red dirt I need me some of that heaven on earth Let that outback just cleanse my soul Take me back to them backroads, roads Yeah, them backroads Now you ain't ever seen a better sight Then a field party Friday night That bon fire burnin' so bright We keep it lit all night Them country girls be droppin' it low Tailgate twerkin' a four-by-four Got dumps like a truck, what? Whoa, y'all ain't from here so y'all ain't know We get it everyday like this, what? If you wanna roll with us, truck That's how we roll when we ride all day All night and we never get stuck So come down I'll show you 'round Way out here is where I am found Y'all holler at me, I'll holler back Them backroads is where I'm at Take me back to them backroads Tip it back, let the time slow down Talkin' out here where the corn grows Where them tractors go round and round God, I gotta ride a lot of red dirt I need me some of that heaven on earth Let that outback just cleanse my soul Take me back to them backroads, roads Yeah, them backroads