Talkin' To Backroads Testo

If my troubles were gravel, I'd lay 'em and travel
For miles and miles, I'd ride
And if that gravel ran out, it might, but I doubt it
I'd stop there and think for a while

Like I am right now
I'm just killing the lights
Hell, I might stay here
For the rest of the night
Just talking to backroads
It's easy to say what's on your mind
Just talking to backroads
You ain't gotta stay between the lines
That red dirt, it listens, knows who you're missing
Hears you admitting that you're flesh and bone
Now I'm letting it all go
Just talking to backroads

Yeah, that backroad members that night in November
Wrapped tight in my Pendleton wool
She whispеred to me on that cold Chevy sеat
"Baby, don't you love breaking the rules?"

She ain't here now
I can smell her perfume
I still got this truck
And I still got you

Just talking to backroads It's easy to say what's on your mind
Just talking to backroads
You ain't gotta stay between the lines
That red dirt, it listens, knows who you're missing
Hears you admitting that you're flesh and bone
Now I'm letting it all go
Just talking to backroads

Through every turn, all the highs and the lows
Regrets that burn with miles of hope
When you get a little lost, it leads the way home
Helps you hold on, lets you let go

Talking to backroads
It's easy to say what's on your mind
Just talking to backroads
You ain't gotta stay between the lines
That red dirt, it listens, knows who you're missing
Hears you admitting that you're flesh and bone
Now I'm letting it all go
Just talking to backroads