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Backroads

03:22
Louise Mosrie
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Mike Richardson, Louise Mosrie

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Living in the city…nothing but crowds and concrete Work is good but I miss the grass under my feet Rush into traffic just to hurry up and wait Sometimes it’s more than I can take So take me back to the backroads Behind a tractor going too slow Watching kids playing in the creek Rock the porch swing and save me a seat Blackberries on a fence row Well water and wood smoke A way of life that I used to know Take me back to the backroads The houses on our street, all look the same And the neighbors next door we hardly know their names When I was a kid, it sure wasn’t that way We didn’t have locks on our doors like we do today So take me back to the backroads Behind a tractor going too slow Watching kids playing in the creek Rock the porch swing and save me a seat Blackberries on a fence row Well water and wood smoke A way of life that I used to know Take me back to the backroads Daddy lived in the country ‘til the day he died Now I’ve come to understand why He was a man of the backroads On that tractor going too slow Watching us playing in the creek So rock the porch swing and save him a seat Blackberries on a fence row Well water and wood smoke Way of life that we used to know Take me back to the backroads Yeah, on the backroads, and a Way of life that I used to know Take me back to the backroads