D
The back roads of this county
               Cadd9
Cross like the laces on my boots
  G/D
And I’ve been running ‘em down
      D
Since I was able to
  D
I left home at nineteen,
                Cadd9
And swore I was never going back
  G/D
Nights like this I wish
                   D
That’s where I was at.

[Chorus]
Cadd9                                             D
Slow pokin’ down a blacktop, cuttin’ tires on the white rock
                     Cadd9
There’s a party on a dead end road
                           D
We’re just hopin’ that the cops don’t show
            Cadd9
Somebody is looking for a fight
                   D
It’s gonna be that kind of night
               C G/D
When I get too far from home
               D
I go find me a back road.

Cadd9,G/D,G,D

[Verse]
  D                    Cadd9
I remember the summer, I turned sixteen
G/D                                                       D
I made out with a girl in the back of her hatchback Chevrolet
D                                 Cadd9
And I drank my first beer, on the Louisiana state line
G/D                             D
My first night to see the other side

[Chorus]
Cadd9                                             D
Slow pokin’ down a blacktop, cuttin’ tires on the white rock
                     Cadd9
There’s a party on a dead end road
                           D
We’re just hopin’ that the cops don’t show
            Cadd9
Somebody is looking for a fight
                   D
It’s gonna be that kind of night
               C G/D
When I get too far from home
               D
I go find me a back road.

[Bridge]
  Cadd9                           D
I heard ‘em tell me, son don’t forget where you come from
      Cadd9                           D
And I never have, and I still like to beat that drum
Cadd9                          D
From the river bottoms, to the tall pine trees
A
If forever will be right here inside of me

[Chorus]
Cadd9                                             D
Slow pokin’ down a blacktop, cuttin’ tires on the white rock
                     Cadd9
There’s a party on a dead end road
                           D
We’re just hopin’ that the cops don’t show
            Cadd9
Somebody is looking for a fight
                   D
It’s gonna be that kind of night
               Cadd9 G/D F
When I get too far from home
               D
I go find me a back road.

[Outro]
               Cadd9 G/D
When I get too far from home
               D
I go find me a back road.