Lyrics Flyin’ Down A Back Road (Live at the Ryman) - Justin Moore

I′ve been on the Grand Ole Opry
I've played a show with ZZ Top
Went on tour with Skynyrd
And man, they still rock
I shot the bull with Bocephus
Before he climbed up on his jet
Played south Florida with Alan Jackson
That′s some things that you never forget
All that stuff it makes you feel real good
But not near as good
As flyin' down a back road
With some buddies from back home
A splash of Jack in my Coke
Catchin' bream on a Zebco
Spottin′ deer in a hay field
After church a Sunday meal
Huggin′ mama before I go
Yeah, flyin' down a back road
I hear you out there
Well, up there in Des Moines
They knew my songs line by line
I just stood there in the fake smoke
Another dream came true that night
I′ve seen so many places
I thought I'd never see
All the way from California
To as far as you could go east
And all that stuff it makes you feel real good
But not near as good, c′mon
As flyin' down a back road
With some buddies from back home
A splash of Jack in my Coke
Catchin′ brine on a Zebco
Spottin' deer in a hay field
After church a Sunday meal
And huggin' mama before I go
Yeah, flyin′ down a back road
I′m a lucky man, I gotta real good life
Of all the things I've done nothin′ gets me as high
Sing it to me y'all
As flyin′ down a back road
(With some buddies from back home)
(A splash of Jack in my Coke)
(Catchin' brine on a Zebco)
Spottin′ deer in a hay field
After church a Sunday meal
Huggin' mama before I go
Yeah, flyin' down a back road
Oh, flyin′ down a back road