Carolina Backroad Dreams

Sun’s dropping low

on a two-lane road,

Got a full tank

and a heavy load,

Radio playing an old-time tune,

Chasing that sunset

underneath the moon.

There’s a fire burning out by the lake,

And a few good friends waiting wide awake.

It’s a backroad

Friday night,

Truck headlights shining bright,

Cold drinks, good friends,

stars up high,

Nothing but freedom

under that Carolina sky.

Yeah, we’re living like tomorrow ain’t in sight,

Just a backroad

Friday night. (yeah, alright)

Boots on the dirt

and a guitar in hand,

Laughing with the best folks I know in this land,

A little smoke rising from the firewood,

Ain’t got much, but everything feels good.

Maybe someday

we’ll slow things down,

Trade these dirt roads for a little downtown,

But tonight we’re young,

and the world’s alright,

So turn that country up and hold on tight.

It’s a backroad Friday night,

Truck headlights shining bright,

Cold drinks, good friends,

stars up high,

Nothing but freedom under that Carolina sky.

Yeah, we’re living like tomorrow ain’t in sight,

Making memories on a backroad Friday night.

(oh yeah!)

Yeah, the sun’ll come up

when it wants to,

But tonight we’ve got nothing else to do.

Just me, these roads,

and that southern sky—

A backroad Friday night.