Lyrics Backroads - Marty Straub

Backroads where we used to take our rides
Backroads with the trees on either side
You can get lost and you'd never know you're on the wrong trail
Cuz every antiques store has kindness on sale -or give away
I'm on my way back home

Backroads go from Nowhere to No Time
Backroads, croocked miles, but all one line
Many cows are there to greet you while they manufacture milk
And home-spun maidens seat you then go back to patchwork quilts
On their laps. On them old backroads

You know I'm on my way back home to you on them old backroads
I'm winding down that trail to you on them old backroads
Back home on old backroads

Backroads, a cool breeze whispers in the trees
Backroads can coax the lamb inside of me
With every twisted turn the car takes I know I can hardly wait
Cuz just like backroads winding through the hillside like a snake
I'm home to you. On old backroads

When getting' lost, they calmly just reward me with another turn
I take the wrong turn, yet I always end up on the right road back to you
On old backroads. Back home on old back roads