May Songwriting Challenge- Day 25: Down a Backroad

So this is another one that will probably get a re-write, simply because Layton mentioned that he liked the idea and might want to play it out. That means that we will throw-back to the good ole days of us writing for him to perform, so this may not be anywhere close to the final product, but I’ve been itching to write this for a few weeks now, so I’m getting it off of my chest.

Down a Backroad

© 2018 Chelsey Sears

V1:

Ridin’ on a cloud of dust, cruisin’ around the bend

Windows down, some old George Jones on the FM

Sunset of pinks and reds, just beyond corn rows

Ice clinkin, glass of sweet tea, in the console

CH:

The sound of a John Deere cranking off in the distance

With miles of nothing but fields, barb wire fence

Until you reach those small-town limits, wave at everyone you know

There’s nothing like a water tower to say “welcome home”

Yeah, I’ll find my heaven down a backroad

V2:

They’re holding daily service, at the church of Christ

That front pew, reserved for me, yeah, my hands up high

The smell of cornbread, green beans and fried chicken

Dinner bell ringing from momma’s kitchen

CH:

The sound of a John Deere cranking off in the distance

With miles of nothing but fields, barb wire fence

Until you reach those small-town limits, wave at everyone you know

There’s nothing like a water tower to say “welcome home”

Yeah, I’ll find my heaven down a backroad

BR:

Clouds light as granny’s biscuits

Dot the endless blue skies

Yeah, that’ my paradise

CH:

The sound of a John Deere cranking off in the distance

With miles of nothing but fields, barb wire fence

Until you reach those small-town limits, wave at everyone you know

There’s nothing like a water tower to say “welcome home”

Yeah, I’ll find my heaven down a backroad

No there's nothing like a water tower to say "welcome home"

Yeah, I'll find my heaven down a backroad