Do you really think you know, Exactly where I stand, Or did I just let you down, When you found out I was just a poor man, I might of took a few wrong turns, Down a few wrong roads, Wound up in a few wrong towns, Where nobody cares or goes. It ain't that I can't see, Or find my way home, It's just that I like to breathe, Out on country roads. I've never been much on down town, Or cared for a place to stay, I know I'll never wear a crown, I'll never be a king of slaves, Wash my hands in the rain, I've spent my time with the whiskey, I'll never give up on change, Or give a damn if you will ever miss me. It ain't that I can't see, Or find my way home, It's just that I like to breathe, Out on country roads. I know I'll never stick around. I'll never lose track of time, Or worry about a little old town, Or what I might of left behind, I'll just let the sun shine down, I'll just let them big wheels roll, Keep on running around, Big old country roads. It ain't that I can't see, Or find my way home, It's just that I like to breathe, Out on country roads.