My backyard - HER

Stuck in my backyard

Ride off ninety five

I told myself, «Get out of here

As soon as I could drive»

Sweating in the sun

Grass itching my feet

It’s just one of those days

Where every things bothering me

Mom’s screaming in the kitchen

Cooling down the food

Daddy’s yelling back

Scraping up the barbecue

It’s a little bit of heaven

A little bit of hell

It’s totally my reality

It’s completely just as well

It’s my backyard

It’s fifty feet on the highway

My highway

Million miles from Nashville

And there’s an empty beer can

Busted up, big wheel

Busted up, swing sets

Cigarettes, banana peel

Smoking down a bottle chain

Pieces of a checker’s game

Bones from a chicken wing

Modest, y’all as well hang

Sauce from a bakery

Mama’s screaming at the kids

Smoking cheese and bandit

I feel obsess about it

Get up on the interstate

With expired license plate

Make a clean getaway

Find a place for me to stay

My backyard

It’s fifty feet on the highway

My highway, million miles

Million miles from Nashville

Sauce from a bakery

Mama’s screaming at the kids

Smoking cheese and bandit

I feel obsess about it

Get up on the interstate

With expired license plate

Make a clean getaway

Find a place for me to stay

My backyard

It’s fifty feet on the highway

My highway, million miles

Million miles