Country Roads - Ryan Bingham

Do you really think you know

Exactly where I stand

Or did I just let you down

When you found out I was just a poor man

I might of took a few wrong turns

Down a few wrong roads

Wound up in a few wrong towns

Where nobody cares or goes

It ain’t that I can’t see

Or find my way home

It’s just that I like to breathe

Out on country roads

I’ve never been much on down town

Or cared for a place to stay

I know I’ll never wear a crown

I’ll never be a king of slaves

Wash my hands in the rain

I’ve spent my time with the whiskey

I’ll never give up on change

Or give a damn if you will ever miss me

It ain’t that I can’t see

Or find my way home

It’s just that I like to breathe

Out on country roads

I know I’ll never stick around

I’ll never lose track of time

Or worry about a little old town

Or what I might of left behind

I’ll just let the sun shine down

I’ll just let them big wheels roll

Keep on running around

Big old country roads

It ain’t that I can’t see

Or find my way home

It’s just that I like to breathe

Out on country roads