Backroads of My Mind

well I never was one for trouble
but I reckon it was for me
when I was just a little boy pop put me on his knee
And he said, "dear son, steer clearly
on the high road you should stay,
'cause down there in that valley, boy. them detours make ya stray"
he said, "don't waste tomorrow on today's idle time,
it's hard time living on the backroads of your mind"
oh,the backroads of my mind where the turns are mostly blind
reckoning by route and memory,
well they've long been neglected and lately you're in decline
it's hard time living on the backroads of my mind
now the years flew by so swiftly
and I can't say they was kind
the old home and my family,
I left it all behind
for a life of hopeful fortune
on the highways I did roam
But like so many dead-end roads
they left me all alone
I ain't never been to Jackson,
where trouble's so easy to find
I mourned my fair share here on the backroads of my mind.
Oh, the backroads of my mind where the turns are mostly blind
Reckoning by route and memory,
Well they've long been neglected and lately you're in decline
It's hard time living on the backroads of my mind
on the backroads of my mind where the turns are mostly blind
reckoning by route and memory,
well they've long been neglected and lately you're in decline
It's hard time living on the backroads of my mind!
Yes, it's hard time living on the backroads of my mind