Body Like A Back Road Ringtones

Got a girl from the south side, got braids in her hair First time I seen her walk by, man I 'bout fell off my chair Had to get her number, it took me like six weeks Now me and her go way back like Cadillac seats Body like a back road, drivin' with my eyes closed I know every curve like the back of my hand Doin' 15 in a 30, I ain't in no hurry I'ma take it slow just as fast as I can The way she fit in them blue jeans, she don't need no belt But I can turn them inside out, I don't need no help Got hips like honey, so thick and so sweet It ain't no curves like hers on them downtown streets Body like a back road, drivin' with my eyes closed I know every curve like the back of my hand Doin' 15 in a 30, I ain't in no hurry I'ma take it slow just as fast as I can We're out here in the boondocks With the breeze and the birds Tangled up in the tall grass With my lips on hers On the highway to heaven Headed south of her smile Get there when we get there Every inch is a mile Body like a back road, drivin' with my eyes closed I know every curve like the back of my hand Doin' 15 in a 30, I ain't in no hurry I'ma take it slow just as fast as I can I'ma take it slow Just as fast as I can I'ma take it slow Just as fast as I can

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 climb 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 Catchin' brill on a Zepco Spottin' deer in the hay field After church, a Sunday meal Huggin' 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 flyin' down a back road With some buddies from back home A splash of Jack in my coke Catchin' brill on a Zepco Spottin' deer in the hay field After church, a Sunday meal Huggin' mama before I go Yeah, flyin' down a back road I'm a lucky man, I got a real good life With all the things I've done Nothin' gets me as high As flyin' down a back road With some buddies from back home A splash of Jack in my coke And catchin' brill on a Zepco Spottin' deer in the hay field After church, a Sunday meal And huggin' my mama before I go Yeah, flyin' down a back road Oh, flyin' down a back road