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Louise Mosrie: Music

Backroads

(Louise Mosrie)
Mike Richardson, Louise Mosrie
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