Back 40 Back

Lyrics by：Luke Combs/Ray Fulcher/Jeff Hyde/Driver Williams

Composed by：Luke Combs/Ray Fulcher/Jeff Hyde/Driver Williams

For sale by owner sign on Highway 59

A signal of the times a turning of the page

There used to be nothing here

But that nothing disappeared

The pond the barn the farm

The fields have long since been replaced

Asphalt parking where that ten pew Pentecostal stood

Fast food four lanes and a subdivided neighborhood

The walls of the world are closin' in

The spreadin' city spreads us thin

We can't seem to make our ends meet the black

Never would've thought it wouldn't last

A way of life that time moved past

What I wouldn't give to have the back 40 back

Maybe I'm a sucker for knowing who lives next door

A view from my back porch a pinch of peace and quiet

I can't get back the used to bes

So I hang on to the memories

Of when I could still look up

And see the stars not street lights shining

The walls of the world are closin' in

The spreadin' city spreads us thin

We can't seem to make our ends meet in the black

Never would've thought it wouldn't last

A way of life that time moved past

What I wouldn't give to have the back 40 back

Now I get that progress has its place

And no regard for what it takes

Wish it would slow its pace and cut us all some slack

'Cause it's all changing way too fast

A way of life that time moved past

What I wouldn't give to have the back 40 back