Backroads and Benchseats (Acoustic Version)

Had an old 69 Ford F-250, solid black with a KC rack in the back, man it looked so fine Had my girl next to me on that old bench seat, With a big ol' smile as I kick up the dust Driving down a country mile Cause I was raised on back roads and bench seats, just Riding around, bypassing town, headed to a bonfire on that back 40, I gassed up a truck To go pick up a pretty little country thing, love the way she smiles when she hears me Sing while we ride down on them back roads and bench seats, yeah that's home to me, That's home to me Just cruising on down them roads, who even knows where they go, just enjoying The view, riding with you, been a long time due that's right, we can go floating down the River, sip on some sixers, baby that's fine with me, or we can stay in the truck, fill the Tank up and go out in the fields and ride Cause I was raised on back roads and bench Seats, just riding around, bypassing town, headed to a bonfire on that back 40, I gassed Up a truck to go pick up a pretty little country thing, love the way she smiles when she hears Me sing, as we ride down on them back roads And bench seats, yeah that's home to me, That's Home to me I was raised on back roads and bench seats, just riding around, bypassing town, headed To a bonfire on that back 40, I gassed up a Truck to go pick up a pretty little country Thing, love the way she smiles when she hears me sing, as we ride down on them back roads And bench seats, yeah that's home to me, That's home to me