[Chorus: Jimmie Allen]
Take me back to them backroads
Tip it back, let the time slow down
Talkin' out here where the corn grows
Where them tractors go round and round
Gotta gotta ride that red dirt
I need me some of that heaven on earth
Let that [?] just cleanse my soul
Take me back to them backroads, roads
Yeah, them backroads
[Verse 1: Colt Ford]
I said hold up, wait a minute
Let me put some country in it
Show you how my folks get it
Listen closer now I'll spit it
Fence it, feed it, plow it, grow it
Break it, fix it, faster, slower
Don't matter to us
Long as we got gas in our trucks
We gon' ride high, dirty, yup
35s, you'll need a step
Y'all about that work here
All about that cold beer
All about them big deer
Sippin' on that copper clear
If you really wanna know I'll show you 'round them backroads
Take me back to them backroads
Tip it back, let the time slow down
Talkin' out here where the corn grows
Where them tractors go round and round
Gotta gotta ride that red dirt
I need me some of that heaven on earth
Let that [?] just cleanse my soul
Take me back to them backroads, roads
Yeah, them backroads
[Verse 1: Colt Ford]
I said hold up, wait a minute
Let me put some country in it
Show you how my folks get it
Listen closer now I'll spit it
Fence it, feed it, plow it, grow it
Break it, fix it, faster, slower
Don't matter to us
Long as we got gas in our trucks
We gon' ride high, dirty, yup
35s, you'll need a step
Y'all about that work here
All about that cold beer
All about them big deer
Sippin' on that copper clear
If you really wanna know I'll show you 'round them backroads
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