Country Backroads - Theo Katzman

Don’t prevail, just do your best

Leave the fortune for the rest

Hang the necklace at your breast

Help me zip my denim vest

Stop the car and pick some fruit

Get you in your birthday suit

To the lake to have a swim

This is where it all begins

Leave the talking to the weak

We don’t even have to speak

Twenty-three's the time to beat

Spend the rest on chocolate treats

Grab your bag and crack the beer

We’ll drink the whole damn thing right here

With our souls so close, so near

Fifty feet from doves and deer

Lay the blanket in the sand

Curl your toes up in my hand

Now your wish is my command

On this ancient sacred land

I was driving, driving, driving, and I…

Lost my cell phone

We might get blown

But I know we’ll get home

Drivin' on the country backroads

I’ll lose my cell phone

We might get blown

But I know we’ll get home

Drivin' on the country backroads

I’ll lose my cell phone

We might get blown

But I know we’ll get home

Drivin' on the country backroads

Drivin' on the country backroads