What They Make Backroads For

Some people plowed in a church on Sunday to talk to the man upstairs

Some people drown in a fifth of Crown when life seems a little more there

Some people like to roll one up when their world starts rollin' down hill

That ain't how I roll and I doubt it's how I ever will

'Cause I'm sittin' out here drinkin' this cold beer

With the tailgates down in the sticks

Well I'm stuck without a paddle in an upstream battle

There's nothin' this gravel can't fix

I guess sometimes I gotta get lost

When I can't take no more

I guess that's what they make backroads for (Yeah)

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Tell 'em Jake

Yeah, I'm alright with them downtown nights

With the streets, and the lights, and the bars

But the crickets don't chirp and your phone still works

And you can't even see the stars

Between the highway pace and the interstate race

Man you gotta unplug sometimes

So I'm slowing it down, and I'll be slowing it down all night

That's right

I'll be sittin' out here drinkin' this cold beer

With the tailgate down in the sticks

When I'm stuck without a paddle in an upstream battle

It's nothin' this gravel can't fix

Yeah, sometimes I gotta get lost

When I can't take no more

I guess that's what they make backroads for, yeah

I'm just sittin' out here drinkin' this cold beer

With the tailgates down in the sticks

When I'm stuck without a paddle in an upstream battle

It's nothin' this gravel can't fix

I guess sometimes I gotta get lost

I can't take no more

I guess that's what they make backroads for, yeah

I guess that's what they make backroads for, yeah

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey