Barbwire fence cutting out the hillside
Cutting holes in the midday sun
Like a poscard framed in a windshield covered in dust
I love the rhythm of an old grey blacktop, 33’s just whistlin’ on by
Steer the wheel, one handed on a two lane, hugging that line
I’ve got the windows down, no one else around singin’
(oh-o-oh)
Freedom is the miles I’m rollin’ on
(oh-o-oh)
Out here cruising to a backroads song
I feel the wheels like a melody, like a radio dialing in strong
C’mon, c’mon sing a long, sing-a-long to my backroad song
(oh-o-oh)
(oh-o-oh)
I hit the brakes for an old New Holland, hammer down and pass ‘em on up
The breeze smells like a summertime hayfield that’s just been cut
I got the windows, way out of town singing…
(oh-o-oh)
Freedom is the miles I’m rollin’ on
(oh-o-oh)
Out here cruising to a backroads song
I feel the wheels like a melody, like a radio dialing in strong
C’mon, c’mon sing a long, sing a long to my backroad song
(oh-o-oh)
(oh-o-oh)
The only way to get better, girl what I’m thinkin’
Is I could pick you up, you can slide in this truck
And I can hear you singing
Oh-o-oh
Let me hear you sing it
Oh-o-oh
(oh-o-oh)
Freedom is the miles I’m rollin’ on
(oh-o-oh)
Out here cruising to a backroads song
I feel the wheels like a melody, like a radio dialing in strong
C’mon, c’mon sing a long, sing-a-long, to my backroad song
C’mon, c’mon sing a long, sing-a-long, to my backroad song
This is my backroad song
(oh-o-oh)
(Feel the rhythm of it, feel the rhythm of it)
This is my backroad song
(oh-o-oh)
(Feel the rhythm of it, feel the rhythm of it)
Come on, come on, sing-a-long
(oh-o-oh)
(Feel the rhythm of it, feel the rhythm of it)
To my backroad song
(oh-o-oh)
(Feel the rhythm of it, feel the rhythm of it)
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