I like to ride motorcycles
Even though I don’t have one anymore
I like to feel the wheels a-spinning
It takes me back to when I played Barbies on the floor of my
Daddy’s shiny 18-wheeler
Me and him and the open road
I’d line the dollies on the dashboard
We’d all be looking forward to the places we’d go
But as soon as that big rig turned down the drive I’d be

CHORUS
Barefoot in the backwoods with my four-legged best friend
Chasing butterflies and dreaming, running with the wind
What I wouldn’t give to have that innocence again
Of that little carefree girl in a big world

I fell in love on an airplane
Clear skies with the clouds below
Twenty-five got married wanting more
We were young and looking forward to the places we’d go
But he lost his way and left me brokenhearted longing to be

CHORUS
Barefoot in the backwoods with my four-legged best friend
Chasing butterflies and dreaming, running with the wind
What I wouldn’t give to have that innocence back again
Of that little carefree girl in a big world

Now when the days get long
And life gets heavy
There’s just one place you’re gonna find me

CHORUS
Barefoot in the backwoods with my four-legged best friend
Chasing butterflies and dreaming, running with the wind
What I wouldn’t give to have that innocence back again
Of that little carefree girl in a big world
In a big world

I like to ride motorcycles
Even though I don’t have one anymore

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