Letra de Back 40 Back - Luke Combs

"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 forty 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 forty 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 forty back

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