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 awhile
Like I am right now
Just killing the lights
Hell. I might stay here
For the rest of the night
Just talking to back roads
It's easy to say, what's on your mind
Just talking to back roads
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 back roads
Yeah. That back road remembers
That night in November
Wrapped tight in my Pendleton® wool
She whispered to me
On that cold Chevy® seat
"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 back roads
It's easy to say, what's on your mind
Just talking to back roads
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 back roads
Through every turn
All the highs and 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 back roads
It's easy to say, what's on your mind
Just talking to back roads
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 back roads
