Take me to the back road
Where it was lost
The old back road
Behind the wood
I saw you in the back room
Under a picture
Alone in a bayou
Feeling selfish
I think I could know you
I think I could care
You’re a banchee
and I’m a tree
Forty eight Helens
They all agree
I’m almost honest
But I guess you could see
When things look gritty
I get anxious
And stop tryin’
I become a tree
Take me to the back road
Where it was lost
The old back road
When I was good
Words by: Brett Dixon
Music by: Jason Peacock
1993
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