All songs / David Alan Graham
Backroads Sing-Along
Turn it up, leave it on, shout every word.
All songs / David Alan Graham
Turn it up, leave it on, shout every word.

Got my boots on the dash
Your bare feet out the window
Singing wrong words to a song
Laughing when we both know
Sunburnt noses
Cherry ice
Dripping on your old jean shorts
Every red light is a stage
We're turning parking lots to courts
This is our backroads sing-along
Turn it up
Leave it on
Shouting every word like we wrote that song (whoa-oh)
Hands up
Off key and proud
Yeah we're way too young
Way too loud
If life's a highway
We're the chorus in the crowd
Our backroads sing-along
Drive-thru crowns from the bags
You're my queen of the two-lane
Spilling fries in my lap
Swear you're doing it to win game
You steal my hat
I steal a kiss
Almost miss that narrow turn
We don't need big city lights
We got fireflies and summer burn
This is our backroads sing-along
Turn it up
Leave it on
Shouting every word like we wrote that song (whoa-oh)
Hands up
Off key and proud
Yeah we're way too young
Way too loud
If life's a highway
We're the chorus in the crowd
Our backroads sing-along
When the world feels big and crazy
You just hit play
I hit the gas
Every "la-la-la" and "baby"
Turns the moment into something we can't pass (hey!)
This is our backroads sing-along
Turn it up
Leave it on
Shouting every word like we wrote that song (whoa-oh)
Hands up
Off key and proud
Yeah we're way too young
Way too loud
If life's a highway
We're the chorus in the crowd
Our backroads sing-along
Our backroads sing-along (whoa-oh)
E♭Got my boots on the dash
Your bare feet out the window
CmSinging wrong words to a E♭song
Laughing when we both know
A♭Sunburnt noses
Cherry B♭ice
Dripping on your old jean A♭shorts
Every red light is a B♭stage
We're turning parking lots to E♭courts
This is our backroads sing-along
Turn it up
B♭Leave it on
Shouting every word Cmlike we wrote that song A♭(whoa-oh)
Hands up
E♭Off key and proud
Yeah we're way too B♭young
Way too loud
If life's a Cmhighway
We're the chorus in the crowd
A♭Our E♭backroads sing-along
Drive-thru crowns B♭from the bags
You're my queen of A♭the two-lane
Spilling fries E♭in my lap
Swear you're doing it A♭to win game
You steal my hat
B♭I steal a kiss
Almost miss A♭that narrow turn
We don't need B♭big city lights
We got fireflies A♭and summer burn
This is our E♭backroads sing-along
Turn it B♭up
Leave it on
Shouting Cmevery word like we wrote that song (whoa-oh)
A♭Hands E♭up
Off key and proud
Yeah we're B♭way too young
Way too loud
If Cmlife's a highway
We're the chorus in the A♭crowd
Our Cmbackroads E♭sing-along
When the world feels big and crazy
You just hit play
I hit Cmthe gas
Every "la-la-la" and "baby"
Turns A♭the moment into something we can't pass (hey!)
B♭This is our backroads sing-along
Turn it up
Leave it on
Shouting every word like we wrote that song Cm(whoa-oh)
E♭Hands up
Off key and proud
B♭Yeah we're way too young
Way too Cmloud
If life's a highway
We're the chorus A♭in the crowd
Our backroads E♭sing-along
Our backroads A♭sing-along A♭(whoa-oh)
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