Back Roads

The[D] back roads of this county
Cr[Cadd9]oss like the laces on my boots
An[G]d I’ve been running ‘em down
Si[D]nce I was able to
I [D]left home at nineteen,
An[Cadd9]d swore I was never coming back
Ni[G]ghts like this I sure wish
Th[D]at’s where I was at.

[Cadd9]Slow pokin’ down a blacktop, cuttin’ tires [D]on the white rock
Th[Cadd9]ere’s a party on a dead end road
We[D]’re just hopin’ that the cops don’t show
So[Cadd9]mebody is looking for a fight
It[D]’s gonna be that kind of night
Wh[G]en I get too far from home
I [D]go find me a back road.

[Cadd9]   [G] [D]
I [D]remember the summer, I turned sixteen  [Cadd9]
I m[G]ade out with a girl in the back of her hatchback Chevrolet
An[D]d I drank my first beer, on the Louisiana[Cadd9] state line
My[G] first night to see the other side

[D]I heard ‘em tell me, son don’t forget where you come from

And I never have, and I still like to beat that drum

From the river bottoms, to the tall pine trees

It will be forever right here inside of me

Slow pokin’ down a blacktop, cuttin’ tires on the white rock

There’s a party on a dead end road

We’re just hopin’ that the cops don’t show

Somebody is looking 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.

This is a great song and needs to be finished, but i think i'm missing one chord. if
helps,yall keep workin on it.