Backroads Memory from Saddlebag Songs by Munich Prairie Sons

Driving along these backroads where the dust kicks up under the tires,
The sun sinking low, casting long shadows over the fields,
I remember the days when we would ride without a care in the world,
Listening to the wind rustle through the trees as we talked about dreams.

On these backroads, the memories come back with every turn,
Each curve in the road reminds me of the times we spent here,
The quiet moments where the only sound was our laughter,
And the feeling that we were free to roam wherever we wanted to go.

The old farmhouse on the hill still stands, though the paint is peeling,
A reminder of the family gatherings we had there every summer,
Where the food was plentiful, and the stories even more so,
And the nights were filled with the sound of crickets and distant thunder.

On these backroads, the memories come back with every turn,
Each curve in the road reminds me of the times we spent here,
The quiet moments where the only sound was our laughter,
And the feeling that we were free to roam wherever we wanted to go.

The creek still flows where we used to dip our toes in the cool water,
Splashing around without a care as the sun beat down on our backs,
The old tire swing still hangs from the oak tree, though it’s frayed and worn,
A testament to the countless hours we spent soaring through the air.

On these backroads, the memories come back with every turn,
Each curve in the road reminds me of the times we spent here,
The quiet moments where the only sound was our laughter,
And the feeling that we were free to roam wherever we wanted to go.

The barn is empty now, the horses long gone, the hay bales rotting,
But I can still hear the echo of our voices calling out to each other,
As we played hide and seek among the shadows and the beams,
And the smell of fresh hay mixed with the scent of the coming rain.

On these backroads, the memories come back with every turn,
Each curve in the road reminds me of the times we spent here,
The quiet moments where the only sound was our laughter,
And the feeling that we were free to roam wherever we wanted to go.

Now, as I drive these roads alone, the past feels closer than ever,
The memories are a comfort, though they are bittersweet,
Knowing that those days are gone, but they live on in my heart,
And these backroads will always lead me back to where I belong.

• Country
• Western
• Munich