BACK ROAD MAN

(verse 1) I have really long hair, don't understand why people stare. I'm looked down upon by society, they try to destroy my dignity. The people call me lazy and low class, 'cause my mop is almost to my ass. They call me a hippy refugee, and try to discredit my capability. (chorus) I drive a beat-up old car. I'm your back road man! I live at the local bar. I'm the back road man! (verse 2) My vehicle didn't pass emissions, now I can't get tabs. My car no longer has insurance, now I'm chasing taxi cabs. So, I borrowed plates from a regal, that belonged to my ex-honey. Now my mopar looks street legal, what a way to save money. (chorus) I smoke hand rolled cigars. I'm your back road man! I drink beer from jars. I'm the back road man. Lyricists Inc. D.A.P. / Digital Analog Productions. Written: 1-27-1995 David A.Porter ©? 01-24-2023