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Introduction

Some performances don’t try to win a crowd. They just settle it. Backroads, played live at Farm Aid in 1993, feels exactly like that kind of moment.

Ricky Van Shelton steps into the song without polish or pretense. No flash. No reach for the rafters. Just a steady voice telling a story about choosing the long way—the quieter roads that remember who you are when the world gets loud. In a setting built to spotlight causes and crowds, Ricky did something braver: he trusted stillness.

What makes this version linger is the contrast. Farm Aid stages are big, but “Backroads” shrinks the distance. It sounds like a front-porch confession delivered to a field full of people who know exactly what he means. You can hear it in the phrasing—unhurried, grounded—like he’s singing for the folks who live between towns, not for the cameras.

If you’ve ever felt the pull to step away from the fast lane—if you’ve needed a reminder that home isn’t a headline—this performance gets it. “Backroads” doesn’t argue its case. It simply walks it, one honest line at a time.

That’s why the Farm Aid version lasts. It’s country music doing what it does best: turning a big stage into a small place, and letting the truth take the scenic route.

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Lyrics

I got the radio blastin’
I got the windows rolled down
And I’m cruisin’ these backroads
On the outskirts of town
And I can feel the wind a-blowin’
Hear the big engines whine
When I’m cruisin’ these backroads
All my troubles are behind
Well, when I woke up this mornin’
Well, I took me a look outside
It was plain to see it was one of those days
Tailor-made for taking a ride
So I went downstairs and cleared my head
With coffee and cigarettes
And when it hit me right there
Then my mind was set
Well, I phoned work and told ’em
They’re going to be a man short today
I got the sunny day blues
There’s only one thing
That’s gonna make them go away
So I went out
And I climbed into my big ol’ Chevrolet
And with a turn of the key and a cloud of dust
I was on my way
I got the radio blastin’
I got the windows rolled down
And I’m cruisin’ these backroads
On the outskirts of town
Well, I can feel the wind a-blowin’
And hear the big engines whine
When I’m cruisin’ these backroads
All my troubles are behind
Well, maybe I did, maybe I didn’t
Go and lose my job today
But you can take my cares
Take my worries
And blow them all away
‘Cause there comes a time in any man’s life
When he’s got to break free
I got four good wheels and an endless road
Stretched out in front of me
I got the radio blastin’
I got the windows rolled down
And I’m cruisin’ these backroads
On the outskirts of town
And I can feel the wind a-blowin’
Hear the big engine whine
When I’m cruisin’ these backroads
All my troubles are behind
I got the radio blastin’
I got the windows rolled down
And I’m cruisin’ these backroads
On the outskirts of town
And I can feel the wind a-blowin’
Hear the big engine whine
When I’m cruisin’ these backroads
All my troubles are behind

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