Lyrics

[Chorus: Brandon Young] Grew up a humble man, God blessed my soul On this rugged land, all the stories told Still payin' Uncle Sam, still visit when it's cold You might see me in the city But my heart's damn sure down here on a backroad [Verse 1: Brahma Bull] Backroad, lil' ole town Take off a load let the windows down And hear the country sound Where the sun stays beamin' Yeah, you know what I'm meanin'? Where my roots lay, where my seeds are sewn Where my music plays 'til my speakers blown Drink all day and we sing along To the stars of night, 'til the roosters home Back then when it made sense Back when good money was spent By a hard earned check 'cause you busted your ass Just to check your watch and see time's flown past Where to go now, where we been? I'm on the road now 'til it ends I'ma still be me, be free 'til I'm old You might see me in the city But my hearts on a backroad [Chorus: Brandon Young] Grew up a humble man, God blessed my soul On this rugged land, all the stories told Still payin' Uncle Sam, still visit when it's cold You might see me in the city But my heart's damn sure down here on a backroad [Verse 2: Brahma Bull] Well it's just another song about backroads Nah, it ain't like that Do you really drive a tractor and a backhoe? Well something like that but Doesn't really matter what I'm doin', does it? I pay my bills, quit fussin' Blue collar with dollars I know my budget No gimme's on a backroad, gotta putt it House party on the weekend, woo Hear the backroad drums beatin' Hangin' on by my seat and Unless the po-po come ain't nobody leavin' You can catch me in the city You can find me at a show (At a show) But if you see me in the city Know my hearts damn sure down here on a backroad [Chorus: Brandon Young] Grew up a humble man, God blessed my soul On this rugged land, all the stories told Still payin' Uncle Sam, still visit when it's cold You might see me in the city But my heart's damn sure down here on a backroad Grew up a humble man, God blessed my soul On this rugged land, all the stories told Still payin' Uncle Sam, still visit when it's cold You might see me in the city But my heart's damn sure down here on a backroad [Outro: Brandon Young] But my heart's damn sure down here on a backroad You might see me in the city But my heart's damn sure down here on a backroad