Backroads.kar

I got the radio blastin' I got the windows rolled down.
And I'm cruisin these back roads on the outskirts of town.

I can hear the wind a blowin hear the big engines whine.
And I'm cruisin these back roads all my troubles are behind.

Well when I woke up this morning I took me a look outside.
It was plain to see it was one of those days taylor made for takein a ride.

So I went downstairs and cleared my head with a coffee and cigarett.
And then it hit me right there, my mind was set.

We'll I phoned work and told them there gonna be a man short today.
I got the Sunday day blues and there's only one thing that's gonna make them go away.

So I went out and climed into my big ol' chevrolet
and with a turn of a key and a cloud of dust I was on my way.

I got the radio blastin. I got the windows rolled down
and I'm cruisin these back roads. On the outskirts of town.

I can hear the wind a blowin, hear them big engines whine.
And I'm cruisin these back roads all my troubles are behind.

(Guitar+Solo) (16/Measures)

We'll maybe I did and maybe I didn't go and lose my job today.
But you can take my cares and take my worries and throw them all away.

Cause there comes a time when every man's life has got to break free!
I got four good wheels and endless roads just in out of front of me.

I got the radio blastin. I got the windows rolled down
and I'm crusin these back roads on the outskirts of town.

I can hear the wind a blowin hear them big engines whine
and I'm crusin these back roads all my troubles are behind.

I got the radio blastin I got the windows rolled down.
And I'm cruisin these back roads on the outskirts of town.

I can hear the wind a blowin hear them big engines whine.
And I'm cruisin these back roads all my troubles are behind.