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 E♭the dash
Your bare feet out the Cmwindow
Singing wrong E♭words to a song
Laughing when we A♭both know
Sunburnt B♭noses, cherry ice
Dripping on Cmyour old jean shorts
Every red E♭light is a stage
We're turning parking lots to courts
This is our backroads sing-along
Turn B♭it up
Leave it on
CmShouting every word like we wrote that song A♭(whoa-oh)
E♭Hands 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 E♭backroads sing-along
Drive-thru E♭crowns from the bags
You're my Cmqueen of the two-lane
Spilling E♭fries in my lap
Swear you're Cmdoing it to win game
You steal my E♭hat
I steal a kiss
Almost Cmmiss that narrow turn
We don't E♭need big city lights
We got A♭fireflies and summer burn
This is our E♭backroads sing-along
Turn B♭it up
Leave it on
CmShouting every word like we wrote that song A♭(whoa-oh)
E♭Hands up, off key and proud
Yeah B♭we're way too young
Way too loud
CmIf life'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 the Cmgas
Every "la-la-la" and "baby"
Turns the A♭moment into something we can't pass (hey!)
This is B♭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
Yeah B♭we're way too young
Way too loud
CmIf life's a highway
We're the chorus in A♭the crowd
Our backroads sing-along
E♭Our backroads A♭sing-along (whoa-oh)
This is the unfiltered pitch detection across the whole mix — vocals, bass and drums included — mapped onto a fretboard. It is not a playable arrangement and no one should try to read it as one. It is here only because it is the raw material everything else was built from.
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From the porch, Sarasota
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