Justin Moore - Flyin' Down a Back Road lyrics

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
Catching bream on a Zebco
Spottin' deer in a hay field
After church a Sunday meal
Hugging 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 can go East

And all that stuff it makes
You feel real good but not near as good

As flying down a back road
With some buddies from back home
A splash of Jack in my Coke
Catching bream on a Zebco
Spotting deer in a hay field
After church a Sunday meal
Hugging mama before I go
Flying down a back road

I'm a lucky man, I got a real good life
With all the things I've done
Nothing gets me as high

As flying down a back road
With some buddies from back home
A splash of Jack in my Coke
Catching bream on a Zebco
Spotting deer in a hay field
After church a Sunday meal
Hugging mama before I go
Flying down a back road

Flying down a back road