Bad Boy Backroad

Yeah, take the long way

You know the one

Dust in the headlights

Let’s go

Feet up, hair blowing out the window

Sun dropping low with a pink-orange glow

Your hand on the wheel, that grin on your face

Taking every backroad like we’re trying to get lost in the place

My girls in the back going, “Girl, be for real”

I just turn it up louder and lean into the feel

You got a little wild in the way that you are

But you’re singing every word with one hand on the car

They say, “That boy’s trouble,”

I say, “Maybe so”

Then you look my way

And I’m ready to go

My friends say you a bad boy and I say so

But I’m still riding shotgun with my boots on the dash, let’s go

Dust kicking up where the blacktop ends

You make a wrong turn feel like the right one again

Feet up, hair blowing out the window

Laughing too loud with the radio low

My friends say you a bad boy and I say so

If you’re trouble, baby, take it slow

You talk real smooth, but your timing’s a mess

Show up late with a “what are you wearing?” text

Got a little too much charm and a truck that’s too loud

But you make me feel like the queen of this town

I’m not saying you’re the kind I’d bring home to Mom

But you’re real good at making a Friday last long

You say, “One more mile,” and I know that means ten

So I tell my friends, “Don’t wait up again”

Yeah, boots in the floorboard, beat in the seat

Small-town lights disappearing in the rearview fleet

You got that bad-boy grin, that don’t-care style

I got my friends shaking their heads all the while

They say, “He’s no good,” I say, “I know”

Then you hit that gravel and I say, “Let’s go”

No plans, no map, just a two-lane night

You and that old truck under dashboard lights

My friends say you a bad boy and I say so

But I’m still riding shotgun with my boots on the dash, let’s go

Dust kicking up where the blacktop ends

You make a wrong turn feel like the right one again

Feet up, hair blowing out the window

Laughing too loud with the radio low

My friends say you a bad boy and I say so

If you’re trouble, baby, take it slow

Maybe tomorrow I’ll listen to my friends

Maybe tonight I’ll let this backroad bend

The moon’s coming up, and the stars say “stay”

So I’ll blame that country song if I ride your way

My friends say you a bad boy and I say so

Still riding shotgun with my boots on the dash, let’s go

Dust kicking up where the blacktop ends

You make a wrong turn feel like the right one again

Feet up, hair blowing out the window

Singing that hook like we wrote it, you know

My friends say you a bad boy and I say so

If you’re trouble, baby, take it slow

Feet up, hair out, radio low

My friends say you a bad boy

And I say so