From the recording Storyteller
Lyrics
BACKROAD RADIO
Jason Matthews/Ben Hayslip
Some nights driving home
I’ll hear that ancient song
The one we called our own
And sang along with
And that memory won’t let go
Til I’m on that gravel road
Flying by them cotton rows
And feeling that first kiss
chorus:
Backroad radio
Take me back to long ago
When she was mine and we felt the words
Coming through those speakers in that old Firebird
Midnight river, seventeen
Taking chances, making steam
To a backroad radio
There she is beside me with her golden skin
The bluest of eyes, my high school ring on her hand
I told her I’d always love her like a young boy does
Now I know just how right I was
instrumental
repeat chorus