| 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 climbed 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' brim on a Zebco | 
| Spottin' deer in a 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' brim on a Zebco | 
| Spottin' deer in a hay field | 
| After church a Sunday meal | 
| And 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 | 
| Catchin' brim on a Zebco | 
| Spottin' deer in a 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 |