[Verse]
The gravel crunches beneath my boots,
A lonesome sound under the moon.
A rusty truck waits by the pines,
Its engine humming, lost in time.
[Verse 2]
A shotgun hangs in the window frame,
Granddad’s legacy, a family name.
The fields stretch wide, the stars burn bright,
A piece of heaven on a Friday night.
[Chorus]
Backroads and memories, they’re all I need,
The scent of hay and a summer breeze.
The echo of laughter, the hum of the trees,
Backroads and memories, they carry me.
[Verse 3]
A faded barn, its paint worn thin,
Holds stories of where we’ve been.
Swingin’ doors and the scent of grain,
A quiet witness to joy and pain.
[Bridge]
And when the city calls my name,
I can’t forget from where I came.
The open skies, the country air,
No matter where, my heart stays there.
[Chorus]
Backroads and memories, they’re all I need,
The scent of hay and a summer breeze.
The echo of laughter, the hum of the trees,
Backroads and memories, they carry me.