Barbed wire fence carving out a hillside, cutting holes in the midday sun Like a postcard framed in a windshield covered in dust I love the rhythm of an old grey blacktop, 33's just whistlin' by Steer the wheel, one handed on a two lane, hugging that line I got the windows down, no one else around singin'
(Ooh-ooh-ooh) Freedom is the miles I'm rollin' on (Ooh-ooh-ooh) Out here cruising to a backroad song I feel the wheels like a melody, like a radio dialing in strong C'mon, c'mon sing along, sing along to my backroad song (Ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
I hit the brakes for an old New Holland, hammer down and pass him on up The breeze smells like a summertime hay field's just been cut I got the windows down, way out of town singing…
(Ooh-ooh-ooh) Freedom is the miles I'm rollin' on (Ooh-ooh-ooh) Out here cruising to a backroad song I feel the wheels like a melody, like a radio dialing in strong C'mon, c'mon sing along, sing along to my backroad song (Ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
The only way today could get better, girl what I'm thinkin' Is I can pick you up, you slide in this truck And I can hear you singing
Ooh-ooh-ooh Let me hear you sing it Ooh-ooh-ooh
(Ooh-ooh-ooh) Freedom is the miles we're rollin' on (Ooh-ooh-ooh) Out here cruising to a backroad song I feel the wheels like a melody, like a radio dialing in strong C'mon, c'mon sing along, sing along to my backroad song C'mon, c'mon sing along, sing along to my backroad song
This is my backroad song (Ooh-ooh-ooh) (Feel the rhythm of it, feel the rhythm of it) This is my backroad song (Ooh-ooh-ooh) (Feel the rhythm of it, feel the rhythm of it) Come on, come on, sing along (Ooh-ooh-ooh) (Feel the rhythm of it, feel the rhythm of it) To my backroad song (Ooh-ooh-ooh) (Feel the rhythm of it, feel the rhythm of it)