Lyrics

Backwards
writer: Marc Kuchner

I've got a brand new satellite dish
A jeep with a trailer hitch
Fried chicken in the fridge and a jug of wine
I've got a crib up in the hills
Some mad survival skills
No internet bills and it suits me fine

But they call it backwards, the way that I live
Out in the country where the highway ends
Well, I've got plans and places to be
When I look in the mirror I like what I see
It ain't backwards, not to me

My friends got a lot of nerve
Dragged me to the suburbs
Saying watch the curb, don't step on the lawn
They spend all day in their cars
They're slaves to their front yards
They should know in their hearts there's something wrong

But they call it backwards, the way that I live
Out in the backwoods where the highway ends
Well, I've got plans and places to be
Sunshine and freedom and a good family
When I look in the mirror I like what I see
It ain't backwards, not to me

Yeah, come out to the woods
Fresh air will do you good
Taste some homemade pie
And soon you will see why

I think it's backwards, how some people live
Down in the cities with nowhere to fish
Well, I've got plans and places to be
A good bend in the river and some shady pine trees
So come out here for a little while, and I guarantee
You'll be looking backwards
You'll be talking backwards
Cause sometimes backwards
Is how it oughtta be

Copyright 2009 Marc J. Kuchner