Raised By The Backroads

[Verse 1] Granddaddy taught me how to hold that line With a calloused hand and a worn-out smile Gravel flying from an old Ford truck Learning early how to earn my luck Mama singing in the kitchen light Sunday prayers every single night Front porch talks underneath the stars Made a small-town kid know who you are [Pre-Chorus] We didn’t need much to feel alive Just open fields and a little drive [Chorus] I was raised by the backroads Old dirt trails and the radio Wide-open skies where the river rolls That’s the only life I know Raised by the backroads Bonfire nights and a heart of gold Every mile made this soul stand strong That country blood still carries on I was raised by the backroads [Verse 2] Friday nights under stadium lights Small-town dreams burning big and bright First love riding in a Chevrolet Laughing loud while the speakers played Summer heat on a county line Barefoot running through the pines Learned real fast what matters most Family roots and a little hope [Pre-Chorus] This world keeps turning faster every day But I still live by the lessons that remain [Chorus] I was raised by the backroads Old dirt trails and the radio Wide-open skies where the river rolls That’s the only life I know Raised by the backroads Bonfire nights and a heart of gold Every mile made this soul stand strong That country blood still carries on I was raised by the backroads [Bridge] If you want to know where my heart belongs It’s in the fields where I grew up strong Every prayer every scar every mile Made me proud of this country life [Guitar Solo] Powerful southern rock guitar solo with emotional bends, steady drums, and soaring country leads [Final Chorus] Raised by the backroads Through the rain and the winding roads Still carrying faith deep in my soul Like an old oak standing tall Raised by the backroads And I’ll ride these roads till the day I’m gone With the people and the place I love Yeah that hometown spirit lives on I was raised by the backroads [Outro] Old tires rolling through the night Crickets singing by the riverside One last prayer as the moon hangs low Raised by the backroads… back home