Back Roads and Bad Decisions

[Verse 1]
The sun sinks low, on a Friday night,
Dust on the boots, stars burning bright.
A six-pack riding shotty, my truck's old frame,
Addicted to the back roads where I’ll never feel tame.
[Verse 2]
She's barefoot dancing on red clay dirt,
Cutoff jeans and a faded band tee, oh it works.
Whiskey in her hand gives her eyes a glow,
One sip, one step, down a road I know.
[Chorus]
Beer for the horses, not for my ex,
That chapter's gone, and love gets complex.
But whiskey and back roads sure felt right,
With trucks and country girls lighting up my nights.
[Verse 3]
Tires spinnin' gravel, a tailgate scene,
Laughter echoes through towering evergreens.
Her lips taste of bourbon and sweet freedom’s air,
Her smile lifts me like a prayer.
[Bridge]
Country roads teach me lessons, good and bad,
I've chased what’s fleeting, lost what I had.
But tonight ain’t about regrets and pain,
It’s a high midnight moon and her wild refrain.
[Chorus]
Beer for the horses, not for my ex,
That chapter's gone, and love gets complex.
But whiskey and back roads sure felt right,
With trucks and country girls lighting up my nights.

storytelling, male vocals, country