Lyrics
Growing up, I was the youngest of three
The apple of my mama's eye and my daddy's mini-me
Me and my brothers had a very special bond
Building secret forts for BB wars we didn't always get along
Daddy'd holler out, boys, let's go for a ride
We'd hop in the back of that pickup truck and we'd begin to drive
On the backroads chasing our dreams
Flying past the cornfields and cottonwood trees
Seeing Grandpa down at Colonel Creek
Fishing from his little John Boat
Umpteen mile an hour with our hair in the wind
Hangin' a right at the old cotton gin
Catching a Carolina sunset with an ice cold bottle of coke
I don't know where I'd be without this life
On the backroads
I'm all grown up now, got my own little family
Fifteen years with my wife and our own little mini-me's
We're raising two kids, helping them learn right from wrong
Talking about life's lessons and turning this house into a home
I holler out to my kids, let's go for a ride
They hop in the back of my pickup truck And we begin to drive
On the backroads chasing our dreams
Flying past the cornfields and cottonwood trees
Seeing Grandpa down at Colonel Creek
Fishing from his little John Boat
Umpteen mile an hour with our hair in the wind
Hangin' a right at the old cotton gin
Catching a Carolina sunset with an ice cold bottle of coke
I don't know where I'd be without this life
On the backroads
And I hope one day my kids grow up
They'll look back and know they're loved
And they'll take the time, to take the drive
And remember what it's like
On the backroads chasing our dreams
Flying past the cornfields and cottonwood trees
Seeing Grandpa down at Colonel Creek
Fishing from his little John Boat
Umpteen mile an hour with our hair in the wind
Hangin' a right at the old cotton gin
Catching a Carolina sunset with an ice cold bottle of coke
I don't know where I'd be without this life
No, I don't know where I'd be without this life
On the backroads
On the backroads