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.