Backroad Breeze

(hmmmmm) Sun going down on a two-lane road,

Dust rolling off where the cornfields grow,

Old Dodge pickup with a six-pack near,

Radio playing songs I still wanna hear.

Got a little gravel underneath these tires,

A little moonlight and a little campfire,

Ain’t got much, but I got what I need,

A Dodge, a beer,

and a backroad breeze.

Give me a cold beer and a Dodge pickup,

A dirt road winding where the sun goes up,

Four old tires and a tank full of gas,

Let the good times roll and the hard times pass.

Yeah, life ain’t fancy,

but it suits me just right,

Truck headlights cutting through the country night,

If heaven’s got a road where the old boys ride,

I’ll take that Dodge and cruise it side to side.

Tailgate down by the old creek bend,

Laughing with the boys like the night won’t end,

Stars up high and the fire burning low,

Some things never change when you’re back home.

That old truck’s got scratches from years gone by,

But every dent’s got a story behind,

It ain’t just steel

and four wheels on the ground,

It’s every mile of my life in this little town.

Give me a cold beer and a Dodge pickup,

A dirt road winding where the sun goes up,

Four old tires and a tank full of gas,

Let the good times roll and the hard times pass.

Yeah, life ain’t fancy,

but it suits me just right,

Truck headlights cutting through the country night,

If heaven’s got a road where the old boys ride,

I’ll take that Dodge and cruise it side to side.

So here’s to the backroads,

the trucks and the years,

The old country songs and the cold ones we cheers,

When the day’s finally done

and the stars fill the sky,

Just me and my Dodge rolling home tonight.