Wir sind die StorytellerZ und Du findest uns im Discord unter: https://discord.gg/storytellerz 🤠🪕🏝️🤠🪕🏝️🤠🪕🏝️🤠🪕🏝️🤠🪕🏝️🤠🪕🏝️ Lyrics written by @Arloma. All rights reserved © 2026 🤠🪕🏝️🤠🪕🏝️🤠🪕🏝️🤠🪕🏝️ Yeah… Sun’s high, truck’s old, radio’s barely working But it’s playing just right today 🤠🪕🏝️🤠🪕🏝️🤠🪕🏝️🤠🪕🏝️ Dust on the tires, salt on my skin Got a cooler in the back and a grin kicking in Left my boots by the porch, don’t need ’em where we go Just a two-lane road and the river running slow She’s got her hair tied up with a bandana Singing off-key to a song from Atlanta I got one hand loose on the wheel And the whole damn day got a good-time feel 🤠🪕🏝️🤠🪕🏝️🤠🪕🏝️🤠🪕🏝️ No big plans, no fancy place Just a little warm wind on a sunburned face If the world wants trouble, let it wait outside We got all we need in this countryside 🤠🪕🏝️🤠🪕🏝️🤠🪕🏝️🤠🪕🏝️ We’ll be barefoot on the backroad Dancing where the tall grass grows Little bit of country, little island roll Let the guitar pick while the bass line flows Pour a little sweet tea, pass it around Turn that old truck bed into holy ground When the sun goes low, we don’t go home Barefoot on the backroad, moving slow 🤠🪕🏝️🤠🪕🏝️🤠🪕🏝️🤠🪕🏝️ Mama said don’t stay out too late But the moon came up and we lost that race Fireflies blinking by the fence line Somebody’s laughing at the wrong punchline Got a farmer’s tan and a reggae beat Kicking up dust with our two left feet No club, no crowd, no cover charge Just summer sitting under heaven’s stars 🤠🪕🏝️🤠🪕🏝️🤠🪕🏝️🤠🪕🏝️ No big names, no VIP Just a small-town song and you next to me If tomorrow’s knocking, let it knock twice Tonight we’re living like we got one life 🤠🪕🏝️🤠🪕🏝️🤠🪕🏝️🤠🪕🏝️ We’ll be barefoot on the backroad Dancing where the tall grass grows Little bit of country, little island roll Let the guitar pick while the bass line flows Pour a little sweet tea, pass it around Turn that old truck bed into holy ground When the sun goes low, we don’t go home Barefoot on the backroad, moving slow 🤠🪕🏝️🤠🪕🏝️🤠🪕🏝️🤠🪕🏝️ Banjo talking to a beachside drum Everybody smiling where the good times come from Raise your cup if you worked all week Now let that summer shake the dust off your feet 🤠🪕🏝️🤠🪕🏝️🤠🪕🏝️🤠🪕🏝️ We’ll be barefoot on the backroad Dancing where the tall grass grows Little bit of country, little island roll Let the guitar pick while the bass line flows Pour a little sweet tea, pass it around Turn that old truck bed into holy ground When the sun goes low, we don’t go home Barefoot on the backroad, moving slow 🤠🪕🏝️🤠🪕🏝️🤠🪕🏝️🤠🪕🏝️ Yeah, moving slow Barefoot on the backroad Where the warm wind blows And nobody’s ready to go
