Backroads and Bad Decisions

Verse 1
I grew up where the gravel meets the grass,
Where Friday nights hit fast and loud.
We weren’t rich, but we had our laughs,
And trouble always found us somehow.

Chorus
Backroads and bad decisions,
That’s the life we’ve always lived in.
Cold beer, warm nights, and a wild ambition —
Yeah, that’s backroads and bad decisions.

Verse 2
We’d ride around in a rust‑red truck,
Radio up and no real plan.
Half the time we ran on luck,
The other half we just ran.

Chorus
Backroads and bad decisions,
That’s the life we’ve always lived in.
Cold beer, warm nights, and a wild ambition —
Yeah, that’s backroads and bad decisions.

Bridge
Some folks say we’ll never change,
But we ain’t tryin’ to anyway.
Life’s too short to act real strange,
So we’ll keep livin’ our kinda way.

Final Chorus
Backroads and bad decisions,
That’s the life we’ve always lived in.
Cold beer, warm nights, and a wild ambition —
Yeah, that’s backroads and bad decisions.

Country, slow