Текст песни 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, yeah
And we might get blown
But I, I know we'll get home
Drivin' on the country backroads

Drivin' on the country backroads