HARDY, Tracy Lawrence and Jake Owen - What They Make Backroads For

Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Tracy Lawrence

Some people pile in the church on Sunday
To talk to the man upstairs
Some people drown in a fifth of Crown
When life seems a little more there
Some people like to roll one up
When their world starts rollin' down hill
That ain't how I roll and I doubt it's how I ever will (yeah)

'Cause I'm sittin' out here, drinkin' this cold beer
With the tailgates down in the sticks
When I'm stuck without a paddle in an upstream battle
It's nothin' this gravel can't fix
Yeah, sometimes I gotta get lost when I can't take no more
I guess that's what they make backroads for (yeah)

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Tell 'em Jake

Yeah, I'm alright with them downtown nights
With the streets, and the lights, and the bars
Where the crickets don't chirp and your phone still works
And you can't even see the stars
Between the highway pace and the interstate race
Man, you gotta unplug sometimes
So I'm slowin' it down, and I'll be slowing it down all night
That's right

I'll be sittin' out here, drinkin' this cold beer
With the tailgate down in the sticks
When I'm stuck without a paddle in an upstream battle
It's nothin' this gravel can't fix
Yeah, sometimes I gotta get lost when I can't take no more
And I guess that's what they make backroads for, yeah

I'm just sittin' out here, drinkin' this cold beer (woo)
With the tailgate down in the sticks (tailgate down in the sticks)
When I'm stuck without a paddle in an upstream battle
It's nothin' this gravel can't fix (nothin' this gravel can't fix)
Yeah, sometimes I gotta get lost when I can't take no more
I guess that's what they make backroads for (yeah)
I guess that's what they make backroads for (yeah)

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

(Yeah)

Written by:
Jordan Schmidt, Josh Thompson, Michael Wilson Hardy

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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