Backroad Benediction

Down where the river bends low and the willows weep, I kick up dust on these backroads, chasin' what I keep. Daddy's old guitar strummin' tales of fire and rain, Mama's prayers in the kitchen, easin' all the pain. Whiskey burns like the summer sun on cotton fields so wide, Runnin' from the shadows that I can't outride.

Oh, Southern wind, carry me home tonight, Through the piney woods where the fireflies ignite. Guitars wail like a rebel heart set free, In this wild, rowdy life, it's you and me. Raise a glass to the outlaws and the dreamers we chase, In the heart of the South, we find our place.

Neon lights flicker on a Friday night dive, Boots stompin' rhythms that keep the soul alive. Lost a love to the highway, her eyes like the moon, But the blues in my veins sing a different tune. From the bayou's dark whisper to the mountain's call, We fight through the thunder, we rise after the fall.

Oh, Southern wind, carry me home tonight, Through the piney woods where the fireflies ignite. Guitars wail like a rebel heart set free, In this wild, rowdy life, it's you and me. Raise a glass to the outlaws and the dreamers we chase, In the heart of the South, we find our place.

When the storm clouds gather and the levee might break, I hear the gospel echo in the choices I make. No chains can hold this freewheelin' fire, Just the road and the rhythm, takin' me higher.

Oh, Southern wind, carry me home tonight, Through the piney woods where the fireflies ignite. Guitars wail like a rebel heart set free, In this wild, rowdy life, it's you and me. Raise a glass to the outlaws and the dreamers we chase, In the heart of the South, we find our place.

Yeah, in the heart of the South... we find our place.