Crickets singin’ by the riverbank [VERSE 1] Got red clay stuck on my tires Old John Deere parked by the wire Daddy’s tackle box ridin’ shotgun Same one he used when I was young Pulled off work ‘round half past five Sun still hangin’ in the sky Stopped by momma’s, ate too much Then headed downtown in my truck [VERSE 2] There’s a bar off Highway 9 Where everybody knows your life Same old stool, same old beer Same boys been sittin’ there for years Buddy brought a twelve-point rack In the back of his old Cadillac Everybody talkin’ loud Like we got the whole world figured out [CHORUS] Yeah these backroad Friday nights Raise you up and hold you tight Little town, little dust Little too much beer and trust Ain’t sayin’ life’s been perfect But it’s mine and damn it’s worth it Yeah I still feel most alive On a backroad Friday night [VERSE 3] Granddaddy’s picture by the door Army jacket from the war Sometimes I sit and think about How fast this life burns down One day these fields’ll change Kids grow up and move away But tonight that moon still shines On this patch of yours and mine [BRIDGE] Ain’t chasin’ neon city lights Just a little peace of mind Found most of what I need Right here in front of me [FINAL CHORUS] Yeah these backroad Friday nights… That’s the kind of life I like