The Back Roads and The Back Row - Cole Swindell
Moon coming through the pines, cranking up a country song,
heaven right by your side, and a Saturday night barely hanging on.
Sun shining through the stained glass, humming just as I am.
I'm praying that feeling would last, that feeling that saves you, makes you wanna raise your hands.
That's the way it was, and that's the way it is when you're growing
up in the mud and buck the way we did. It got me where and where I'm gonna go.
We learned all about believing and everything we were ever gonna need to know.
Somewhere between the back roads and the back row.