[Verse 1] Sun up on a dashboard map Coffee in a cardboard cup Dog hair on the passenger seat Tongue out Head high He don’t care much County line That leaning church White paint peeling off the cross I say a prayer at eighty-five For all the ways I’m lost [Chorus] I’m finding God on the backroads In a wagging tail and a red dirt wend Every mile another story In these towns I’ve never been Freedom feels like rolling No clear plan Just time to spend Chasing grace in the gravel With my four-legged best friends [Verse 2] Pulled in for gas Last pump Old man sweeping up the dust Says “Hon That dog sure loves you” I laugh “He’s the better half of us” We share fries in a parking lot Watch trains crawl across the plains I whisper thanks for the small stuff Like shade and summer rain [Chorus] I’m finding God on the backroads In a wagging tail and a red dirt wend Every mile another story In these towns I’ve never been Freedom feels like rolling No clear plan Just time to spend Chasing grace in the gravel With my four-legged best friends [Bridge] Radio low Stars waking up That big moon riding fence-line high I don’t need much Just this old truck A little faith and open sky (oh yeah) If there’s a heaven I bet it looks Like this long and lonesome bend Me and my dog Dust on our boots Learning this land again [Chorus] I’m finding God on the backroads In a wagging tail and a red dirt wend Every mile another story In these towns I’ve never been Freedom feels like rolling All this hope I get to spend Chasing grace in the gravel With my four-legged best friends
