The Back Roads And The Back Row (Cole Swindell)

Moon coming through the pines, cranking up a country song, Heaven right by your side, and a Saturday night barely hanging on. Sun shining through the stained glass, humming just as I am. I'm praying that feeling would last, that feeling that saves you, Makes you wanna raise your hands. That's the way it was, and that's the way it is when you're growing Up in the mud and buck the way we did. It got me where I am and where I'm gonna go. We learned all about believing And everything we were ever gonna need to know. Somewhere between the back roads and the back row. I had my first taste of beer My first taste of a broken heart There were good times, there were tears But every red dirt memory left a mark Like the words written there in red Like the streets that are made of gold Where we always bowed our heads, where momma saved our seats And Jesus saved our souls That's the way it was, and that's the way it is when you're growing Up in the mud and buck the way we did. It got me where I am and where I'm gonna go. We learned all about believing And everything we were ever gonna need to know. Somewhere between the back roads and the back row. It got me where I am and where I'm gonna go. We learned all about believing And everything we were ever gonna need to know. Somewhere between the back roads and the back row.