"Backroads" lyrics

Empty bottles on the floorboard
Smoke rolling out the window fogging my mind
I'm praying to the good Lord
Take it easy on my soul, I need a little more time

I sure hope the Gates of Heaven
Still open up for a run down sinner like me
And I pray my name is written
In that Book of Life, Lord, for the life of me

These backroads been keeping me sane
I got a Bible on my dash, and smoke in my brain
Blame it on my family, on my bloodline
Better pull myself together, I'm running out of time

I don't know where I'm going
I'm right at home but I feel so far away
These wheels, they keep a-rolling
Down the wide road, looking for the narrow way

These backroads been keeping me sane
I got a Bible on my dash, and smoke in my brain
Blame it on my family, on my bloodline
Better pull myself togethe,r I'm running out of time

These backroads been keeping me sane
I got a Bible on my dash, and smoke in my brain
Blame it on my family, on my bloodline
Better pull myself together, I'm running out of time

The Lord's gonna come
Like a thief in the night
I hear him knocking on the door
Don't leave me behind