Blame it on my roots I walked in with my boots
And shook up your champagne scene
The odd one out but I won't back down
In this world where I don't fit clean

I belong in backroad bars (oh-oh-oh)
Where neon stars outshine the cars
And I come alive (come alive)
Yeah I might stick out in your high-rise towers
But I bloom like wildflowers
In those backroad bars where I thrive

Your crystal glasses and designer passes
They ain't my kind of night
I'll tip my hat grab my welcome mat
And find where the music's right

I belong in backroad bars (oh-oh-oh)
Where neon stars outshine the cars
And I come alive (come alive)
Yeah I might stick out in your high-rise towers
But I bloom like wildflowers
In those backroad bars where I thrive

You can keep your caviar dreams
I've got pickup trucks and sunbeam streams
Where the jukebox sings what my heart knows
That's where my spirit truly grows

So I'll raise a toast to the simple joys
To friends who love me girls and boys
In a place where pretense fades away
That's where I choose to make my play

I belong in backroad bars (oh-oh-oh)
Where neon stars outshine the cars
And I come alive (come alive)
Yeah I might stick out in your high-rise towers
But I bloom like wildflowers
In those backroad bars where I thrive