Two-Lane Road Under the Stars

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Gravel pops under the tires, dusk on the pines Cooler in the back and a county-line sign You said, “Take that long way, there’s a song in the air” So I rolled past the feed store with your braid in my hair Old Ford coughing like it’s got one more mile You’re laughing at the map with that crooked little smile We got nowhere to be and a tank half full Two paper cups of coffee and a sky turning wool [Pre-Chorus] Your boots on the dash, my hand on the wheel Small-town miles make a big night feel real [Chorus] We’re raising a little dust where the blacktop bends Singing every wrong word like we wrote them with friends Got a red-dirt heart and a backroad plan You and me, baby, doing all we can When the porch lights blink and the moon climbs high We’ll be the last ones rolling through the county line No gold, no crown, just a night that’s ours And a two-lane road running under the stars [Verse 2] At the VFW lot, somebody fired up a grill A cousin brought a cooler, neighbor brought a refill We traded old stories by the tailgate glow You stole my jacket when the north wind blew I can talk real big but you know what I mean You call my bluff with a look so keen Your laugh cuts clean through the screen-door band I’d cross three counties just to hold your hand [Pre-Chorus] Your boots on the dash, my hand on the wheel Small-town miles make a big night feel real [Chorus] We’re raising a little dust where the blacktop bends Singing every wrong word like we wrote them with friends Got a red-dirt heart and a backroad plan You and me, baby, doing all we can When the porch lights blink and the moon climbs high We’ll be the last ones rolling through the county line No gold, no crown, just a night that’s ours And a two-lane road running under the stars [Bridge] If Monday comes early, let it knock on the door We’ve got one more mile and a little bit more You lean in close, say, “Don’t turn around” So I let that old engine sing us out of town [Final Chorus] We’re raising a little dust where the blacktop bends Singing every wrong word like we wrote them with friends Got a red-dirt heart and a backroad plan You and me, baby, doing all we can When the porch lights blink and the moon climbs high We’ll be the last ones rolling through the county line No gold, no crown, just a night that’s ours And a two-lane road running under the stars [Outro] Two-lane road, one more mile Your boots on the dash and that crooked little smile