Back Road memories

On the edge of town, where the blacktop fades,
There’s a dirt road that my heart once made,
Down where the oak trees knew my name,
And summer nights burned like a flame.
With a beat-up truck and an old guitar,
I chased those dreams, but I didn’t get far,
Left that small town dust in the rearview bright,
But I still see it in my mind every night.
Back road memories, winding through my soul,
Leading me back to where I lost control,
With a young heart racing, no place to be,
Just a country kid with a wild, wild dream.
I still hear the laughter under southern skies,
Echoes of youth as the days go by,
Back road memories, calling me home,
To a place I loved, but I had to roam.
Made my way to the city lights,
Thought I’d find myself in the noise and the fights,
But the stars don’t shine like they used to do,
And no one calls like they once knew.
I’ve been gone too long to turn back now,
But I’d give it all just to walk that ground,
Where the fireflies dance and the crickets sing,
And I felt like I could do anything.
Back road memories, winding through my soul,
Leading me back to where I lost control,
With a young heart racing, no place to be,
Just a country kid with a wild, wild dream.
I still hear the laughter under southern skies,
Echoes of youth as the days go by,
Back road memories, calling me home,
To a place I loved, but I had to roam.
And if I could go back to those summer nights,
I’d hold on tight and I wouldn’t let go,
I’d trade every mile of this broken road,
Just to be back where I first called home.
Back road memories, winding through my soul,
Leading me back to where I lost control,
With a young heart racing, no place to be,
Just a country kid with a wild, wild dream.
I still hear the laughter under southern skies,
Echoes of youth as the days go by,
Back road memories, calling me home,
To a place I loved, but I had to roam.