Backroad Bounce

Tailgate down, dust on my boots

Got a dent in the door and a map with a crease

Gravel in the bed, but the cab smells like grease

Granddad’s old cap and a thermos of tea

County line behind, whole field ahead of me

You can hear that low end roll through the pines

Turn the old dirt road into a county fair line

I don’t need much, just a full tank and room

When that bass comes down, make the windows go boom

Let it hit hard, let the whole cab shake

Two-step dust on a backroad break

Boot heels down when the low notes land

Raise that red cup, let the speakers command

Let it hit hard, let it thump all night

Barn door open and the porch light bright

You know where we are when the gravel starts to fly

Backroad bounce with the bass riding high

Got a cooler in the back and a dog named June

She rides shotgun when we head past noon

Old Ford rattles but it keeps its time

Like a screen door swing on a Saturday line

You bring the pie, I’ll bring the tailgate tunes

Let the whole crew gather by the hay-bale moon

No velvet rope, no downtown scene

Just a wide-open patch and a tank half green

Let it hit hard, let the whole cab shake

Two-step dust on a backroad break

Boot heels down when the low notes land

Raise that red cup, let the speakers command

Let it hit hard, let it thump all night

Barn door open and the porch light bright

You know where we are when the gravel starts to fly

Backroad bounce with the bass riding high

Tailgate down, let the last note roll

Dirt-road rhythm with a whole lot of soul