Backroad Rhythms

Dust on the windshield,

tank is running full

Leaving all the static in the rear-view pull

Just a strip of asphalt cutting through the green

Nicest piece of country that I've ever seen

Windows down, the air is sweet and cool

Out here beneath the golden rule

Roll on down where the wildwood grows

Follow where the two-lane river flows

Nothing on my mind but the open sky

Watching all the worries

passing by

Old AM radio

humming on the dash

Fading in and out of a classic country track

Miles of wooden fences,

horses in the shade

Happy for the simple choices that I've made

Roll on down where the wildwood grows Follow where the two-lane river

flows

Nothing on my mind but the open sky

Watching all the worries

passing by

Just keeping on... On this country road...