Backroads Anthem of Freedom

Dust in the air. Sun sinking low. Fields of gold where the cornrows

grow. Got a John Deere humming. My work day is done.

Freedom feels sweeter under this sun. It's the backroads anthem. The land I

love. Where the stars shine brighter in the sky above.

With a truck full of friends and a cold beer near, it's the sound

of the heartland loud and clear. Oh, this is home, this is free.

This is everything America means to me. Boots on the

porch. Rifle by the door. A flag in the yard,