Backroads and Porches

Catching fireflies in the dust, sitting on the front porch, feeling brisk

Sweet tea on the table, play a tune on the strings

This my country home, where my heart Truly sings

Hear the crickets chirping in the night, stars shining bright, everything feels right

Smell of fresh cut grass in the air, I wouldn't trade this feeling for a millionaire's

Millionaire's

Back roads and porches, that's where I belong, simple life, simple love, where I feel strong

My country home, a place of peace, where every worry and trouble seems to cease

Neighbors waving as they drive on by, kids laughing, dogs chasing under the southern

Sky, it's where life slows down, where troubles melt away, in my country home, that's where