Disc B-13.  Driving the Back Roads
© words & music by Annie Wilson 2014

Album Note:  The exhilaration and freedom of a bunch of
teenagers out driving on a summer night is coupled here with
the imagery of moonlit back roads winding through the Flint
Hills, as bewildered coyotes look on.

Lyrics:

We were sailing the Flint Hills on winding back roads
We were young - it was summer - the night was our own
We yelled and we laughed and we howled at the sky
Out driving the back roads - our hearts full of fire    

The air from the windows whipped in at our hair
It cooled our necks and our arms that were bare
We sang to-the radio - a true rebel choir
Out driving the back roads - our hearts full of fire

The cattle were skittish as we’d drive on by
The nighthawks awakened and flew to the sky
The coyotes were wond’rin and lifted their heads:
“Just more crazy humans – Let’s go back to bed”

The moon was our chaperone floating the sky
It sailed alongside us for mile after mile
Past hilltops and valleys and rows of barbed wire
Out driving the back roads - our hearts full of fire  

That loyal moon cast down its silvery light
And painted our landscape in pure black and white
Each mile meant freedom - we didn’t care why
Out driving the back roads - our hearts full of fire

So we sailed cross the Flint Hills on winding back roads
We were young - it was summer - the night was our own
We yelled and we laughed and we howled at the sky
Out driving the back roads - our hearts full of fire  
Other Photos by Annie Wilson
Photo by Dave Leiker
Stained Glass by Judy Dodson,
from Prairie Pasttimes, Cottonwood Falls
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