Backroad Smoke

Smoke rollin’ out the window, ridin’ down slow,
Backroad burnin’ with a moonshine glow.
High as the pines where the outlaw’s roam,
This country boy’s heart made the backroads home.

Yeah, jar full of green, lungs full of fire,
Kick back, Chevy lean, ridin’ high on desire.
Outlaw soul, I was born in the sticks,
With a blunt in my hand and some mud on my kicks.

Holler if you hear me, smoke stack sky-high,
Every drag take me closer to the good ol’ bye-bye.
Ain’t no stress when the night runs deep,
Just a beat, and the weed, and the secrets I keep.

Smoke rollin’ out the window, ridin’ down slow,
Backroad burnin’ with a moonshine glow.
High as the pines where the outlaw’s roam,
This country boy’s heart made the backroads home.

[Bridge – Spoken drawl / ad-libs]
“Yeah… we ain’t just singin’, we spittin’…
Country boy rhythm with a backwood twist…
Light it up, ride it out…”

Stoned in the south with a story to tell,
Where the smoke rings rise and the good vibes dwell.
Yeah the city got noise but the country got soul,
And the outlaw way is the only I know.