Backroads State of Mind

[Verse 1] I was born on a riverbank in the land of the free And I was raised on the promises of the American Dream And I still sing "Amazing Grace" every Sunday mornin' And I still pray that I don't die before my time Where I come from It's a two-lane blacktop Rearview rockin' in the dashboard heat Where I come from It's a laid-back slow song Ain't no tellin' where the road might lead [Chorus] I got that backroad state of mind Don't care 'bout nothin' on the other side of the county line Out here, everybody's just fine And we don't want for nothin', just more of somethin' money can't buy It's the way I was raised, it's the way I was born Way down south, it's a way of life It's a whiskey and women and fishin' and sinnin' It's the way we spend our time In a backroad state of mind [Verse 2] The old lady sittin' next to me knows my mom and dad She's been with the same old man for fifty years and I respect that And her daddy was a man of the cloth He knew what to say when he said what he thought And she's got an old-time feelin' that's comin' back [Chorus] I got that backroad state of mind Don't care 'bout nothin' on the other side of the county line Out here, everybody's just fine And we don't want for nothin', just more of somethin' money can't buy It's the way I was raised, it's the way I was born Way down south, it's a way of life It's a whiskey and women and fishin' and sinnin' It's the way we spend our time In a backroad state of mind [Verse 3] So when I die, let 'em know I was a God-fearin' man And when I go, put my body in the Mississippi sand Don't need a eulogy, don't need to shed a tear I'll be gone, but the spirit of me will still be here [bridge] Well, we come from dirt Our hands are scarred Got God in our hearts And cash in our jars [pre-chorus] It's the way we were raised, it's the way we were born Way down south, it's a way of life It's a whiskey and women and fishin' and sinnin' It's the way we spend our time [Final Chorus] I got that backroad state of mind Don't care 'bout nothin' on the other side of the county line Out here, everybody's just fine And we don't want for nothin', just more of somethin' money can't buy It's the way I was raised, it's the way I was born Way down south, it's a way of life It's a whiskey and women and fishin' and sinnin' It's the way we spend our time In a backroad state of mind