Talkin’ To Backroads

If my troubles were gravel, I'd lay 'em and travel

For miles and miles, I'd ride

And if that gravel ran out, it might, but I doubt it

I'd stop there and think for a while

Like I am right now

I'm just killing the lights

Hell, I might stay here

For the rest of the night

Just talking to backroads

It's easy to say what's on your mind

Just talking to backroads

You ain't gotta stay between the lines

That red dirt, it listens, knows who you're missing

Hears you admitting that you're flesh and bone

Now I'm letting it all go

Just talking to backroads

Yeah, that backroad members that night in November

Wrapped tight in my Pendleton wool

She whispered to me on that cold Chevy seat

"Baby, don't you love breaking the rules?"

She ain't here now

I can smell her perfume

I still got this truck

And I still got you

Just talking to backroads

It's easy to say what's on your mind

Just talking to backroads

You ain't gotta stay between the lines

That red dirt, it listens, knows who you're missing

Hears you admitting that you're flesh and bone

Now I'm letting it all go

Just talking to backroads

Through every turn, all the highs and the lows

Regrets that burn with miles of hope

When you get a little lost, it leads the way home

Helps you hold on, lets you let go

Talking to backroads

It's easy to say what's on your mind

Just talking to backroads

You ain't gotta stay between the lines

That red dirt, it listens, knows who you're missing

Hears you admitting that you're flesh and bone

Now I'm letting it all go

Just talking to backroads