Tabbed by Andrew Magness [email protected] Drop Tuning Some of the weird chords at the end of the chorus are just a long walkdown from the to the , but here they are: The backroads of this county Cross like the laces on my boots And I've been running them down since I was able to I left home at nineteen Swore I was never goin back Nights like this I wish thats where I was at CHORUS: Slow pokin' down a blacktop Cuttin tires on a white rock There's a party on a dead end road We're just hopin that the cops dont show Somebody is lookin for a fight It's gonna be that kind of night When I get too far from home I go find me a back road Well I remember the summer That I turned sixteen I made out with a girl in the back of her hatchback Chevrolet And I drank my first beer On the Louisiana state line My first time to see the other side CHORUS (No walkdown at the end) Well I heard them tell me Son don't forget where you came from And I never have And I still like to beat that drum From the river bottoms To the tall pine trees It forever will be Right here inside of me CHORUS