Your choices shape these roads

I couldn’t have figured it out

Without you tearing them all up

It curved and winded all of them country backroads

Like your body in bed baby

Double cheeked up against mine

Your a song of the south

A tune on the breeze

I want to listen you everyday darlin

A beautiful sound indeed

I took the road less traveled by, and that has made all of the difference

I’m singing and dancing

Jubilations and praises

Campfires and belt loops

I don’t know and I don’t care darlin

As long as these roads lead back to you.