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Flyin’ Down a Back Road
by Justin Moore



I've been on the Grand Ole Opry
I've 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' bream on a Zebco
Spottin' deer in a hay field
After church a Sunday meal
Huggin' mama before I go
Flyin' down a back road

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 could go East
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' brine on a Zebco
Spottin' deer in a hay field
After church a Sunday meal
Huggin' mama before I go
Yeah, Flyin' down a back road

I'm a lucky man, I gotta real good life
With all the things I've done
Nothin' gets me as high
As flyin' down a back road
With some buddies from back home
A splash of Jack in my Coke
Catchin' brine on a Zebco
Spottin' deer in a hay field
After church a Sunday meal
And huggin' mama before I go
Yeah, flyin' down a back road
Oh, flyin' down a back road
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written by Paulin, Jamie / Stover, Jeremy Samuel / Moore, Justin
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing