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Flyin' Down a Back Road Lyrics
I've been on the Grand Ole Opry
I played a show with ZZ Top
Went on tour with Skynyrd
And man they still rock
Shot the bull with Bocephus
Before he climbed up on his jet
Played South Florida with Alan Jackson
That's some things that you never forget
And all that stuff it makes you feel real good
But not near as good
Chorus:
As flyin' down a back road
With some buddies from back home
A splash of Jack in my Coke
Catchin' brim on a Zebco
Spottin' deer in a hay field
After church a Sunday meal
Huggin' Mama before I go
Flyin' down a backroad
Up there in Des Moines
They knew my songs line by line
I just stood there in the fake smoke
Another dream came true that night
I've seen so many places
I thought I'd never see
All the way from California
To as far as you can go east
And all the stuff it makes you feel real good
But not near as good
Repeat Chorus
I'm a lucky man I've got a real good life
With all the things I've done nothing gets me as high
As flyin' down a back road
With some buddies from back home
A splash of Jack in my Coke
And catchin' brim on a Zebco
Spottin' deer in a hay field
After church a Sunday meal
And huggin' my Mama before I go
Yeah flyin' down a back road
Oh flyin' down a back road
I played a show with ZZ Top
Went on tour with Skynyrd
And man they still rock
Shot the bull with Bocephus
Before he climbed up on his jet
Played South Florida with Alan Jackson
That's some things that you never forget
And all that stuff it makes you feel real good
But not near as good
As flyin' down a back road
With some buddies from back home
A splash of Jack in my Coke
Catchin' brim on a Zebco
Spottin' deer in a hay field
After church a Sunday meal
Huggin' Mama before I go
Flyin' down a backroad
They knew my songs line by line
I just stood there in the fake smoke
Another dream came true that night
I've seen so many places
I thought I'd never see
All the way from California
To as far as you can go east
And all the stuff it makes you feel real good
But not near as good
With all the things I've done nothing gets me as high
With some buddies from back home
A splash of Jack in my Coke
And catchin' brim on a Zebco
Spottin' deer in a hay field
After church a Sunday meal
And huggin' my Mama before I go
Yeah flyin' down a back road
Oh flyin' down a back road
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