Country Backroads

Don’t prevail, just do your best
Leave the fortune for the rest
Hang the necklace at your breast
Help me zip my denim vest
Stop the car and pick some fruit
Get you in your birthday suit
To the lake to have a swim
This is where it all begins
Leave the talking to the weak
We don’t even have to speak
Twenty-three's the time to beat
Spend the rest on chocolate treats
Grab your bag and crack the beer
We’ll drink the whole damn thing right here
With our souls so close, so near
Fifty feet from doves and deer
Lay the blanket in the sand
Curl your toes up in my hand
Now your wish is my command
On this ancient sacred land
I was driving, driving, driving, and I…
Lost my cell phone
We might get blown
But I know we’ll get home
Drivin' on the country backroads
I’ll lose my cell phone
We might get blown
But I know we’ll get home
Drivin' on the country backroads
I’ll lose my cell phone
We might get blown
But I know we’ll get home
Drivin' on the country backroads
Drivin' on the country backroads