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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Robert Counts
Robert Counts
Performer
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Electric Guitar
Tom Bukovac
Tom Bukovac
Electric Guitar
Paul Franklin
Paul Franklin
Steel Guitar
Russell Terrell
Russell Terrell
Background Vocals
Mike Brignardello
Mike Brignardello
Bass
David Huff
David Huff
Programming
Matt Chamberlain
Matt Chamberlain
Drums
Charlie Judge
Charlie Judge
Keyboards
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Counts
Robert Counts
Songwriter
Matt Willis
Matt Willis
Songwriter
Nicolette Hayford
Nicolette Hayford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Co-Producer
Jimmy Ritchey
Jimmy Ritchey
Co-Producer

Lyrics

Well, you best be gettin' on the road
Grab your coat, it's gettin' cold
You know I'm gonna miss you
Don't get below a quarter tank
That gas burns quicker than you think
Oh, and always check that rear view
Watch your speed at the Georgia line
Those boys will get you everytime
And it's a damn hundred dollar fine, yeah
Drive like the devil if you see an open highway
Let off that pedal when a good view steals your breath away
Take a left if it feels right
Roll your windows down at night
You may get lost but you'll be alright
There's a Bible on the dash
And there's a map tucked in the door
I can't be your backseat driver anymore
Here's to hopin' you won't need
That baseball bat behind the seat
But it's there if you ever do
Call home every couple days
Yeah, only for your momma's sake
Hell, she tells all her friends about you
Now, 10 and 2, son, buckle up
I threw a flashlight in the trunk
Next to that spare if you get stuck
Yeah, drive like the devil if you see an open highway
Let off that pedal when a good view steals your breath away
Take a left if it feels right
Roll your windows down at night
You may get lost but you'll be alright
There's a Bible on the dash
And there's a map tucked in the door
I can't be your backseat driver anymore
Oh-oh, anymore
I can't be your backseat driver anymore
Oh-oh-oh-oh
And sometimes when I'm lost
You know I can still hear my daddy's voice
Echo loud and clear
And he says
Drive like the devil if you see an open highway
Let off that pedal when a good view steals your breath away
Take a left if it feels right
Roll your windows down at night
You may get lost but you'll be alright
There's a Bible on the dash
And there's a map tucked in the door
I can't be your backseat driver anymore
I can't be your backseat driver anymore
Oh, anymore
I can't be your backseat driver anymore
Anymore, oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, yeah
I can't be your backseat driver anymore
I can't be your backseat driver
Written by: Matt Willis, Nicolette Hayford, Robert Counts
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