Backroad Kinda Love

You showed up late to the county fair

Dust on your boots, wind in your hair

Laugh in your throat, pie on your shirt

You said, “Don’t you worry, I’ve been through worse”

I want that backroad kinda love

Tailgate seat, stars above

Hand out the window, chasing the dusk

Radio low, just the two of us

I don’t need nothing too dressed up

Give me that simple, muddy, messed-up

Backroad

Backroad kinda love

You steal my hat in the grocery line

Cart full of chips, cheap boxed wine

You kiss my cheek by the freezer door

I swear my heart hits the tiled floor

I want that backroad kinda love

Tailgate seat, stars above

Hand out the window, chasing the dusk

Radio low, just the two of us

I don’t need nothing too dressed up

Give me that simple, muddy, messed-up

Backroad

Backroad kinda love

Someday a porch swing

Paint peeling off white

Dog on the doormat

You by my side

Yeah, we’ll still be laughing

At the small-town stuff

Still in that backroad

Backroad kinda love

I want that backroad kinda love

Tailgate seat, stars above

Hand out the window, chasing the dusk

Radio low, just the two of us

I don’t need nothing too dressed up

Give me that simple, muddy, messed-up

Backroad

Backroad kinda love