Ol´ Backroads

Ol’ backroads always take me back to when I was young

‘Cause the smell of dirt and the wind in my face

We would sing all the songs that were rarely sung.

That’s where I made my life in this desolate quiet place.

Just cruisin’ down all those ol’ backroads is what I really need

What I crave, what I wish I had

Just not having a care for the intense speed

Cruisin’ down those ol’ backroads isn’t all that bad