We Might Be Robots

Lyrics

Ain’t nothin’ better than dirt roads and dogs,
Windows down low, wheels kickin’ up fog.
First sight of the lake, trees stretchin’ for miles,
Campfire smoke and a sky that smiles.
Country life ain’t easy, but it sure feels right,
I find my freedom in the stars tonight.

Dust in the rearview, sun on my face,
Problems in town can’t follow this place.
Tailgate throne with a cooler on ice,
Simple living, man, it cuts like a knife.
Big blue ceiling, horizon wide,
Cool breeze whisperin’—I let it ride.
Country ain’t soft, it’s a battle, a grind,
But it heals my soul and it clears my mind.

Ain’t nothin’ better than dirt roads and dogs,
Windows down low, wheels kickin’ up fog.
First sight of the lake, trees stretchin’ for miles,
Campfire smoke and a sky that smiles.
Country life ain’t easy, but it sure feels right,
I find my freedom in the stars tonight.

Steel-toe boots on the edge of the creek,
Nature’s sermon every day of the week.
Tall trees standin’ like a choir in green,
Tailgate gospel, you know what I mean.
The city moves quick, but it don’t move me,
I’ll take dirt roads over concrete, free.
Dog hangin’ out the window, tongue in the wind,
This is the life where the good times begin.

Problems fade when the fire’s glowin’,
Peace in my chest and the night wind’s blowin’.
This heartland rhythm, it sets me loose,
Country soul don’t need no excuse.

Ain’t nothin’ better than dirt roads and dogs,
Windows down low, wheels kickin’ up fog.
First sight of the lake, trees stretchin’ for miles,
Campfire smoke and a sky that smiles.
Country life ain’t easy, but it sure feels right,
I find my freedom in the stars tonight.

Dirt roads and dogs, that’s my reset,
Simple kind of peace you’ll never forget.