Back 40 Back Songtext
von Luke Combs

For sale by owner sign
On highway fifty-nine
A signal of the times
A turnin′ of the page
There used to be nothin' here
But then nothin′ 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
The way of life, 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 be's
So I hang on to the memories
Of when I could still look up
And see the stars not streetlights shinin′

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 woulda thought it wouldn′t last
The way of life, time moved past
What I wouldn't give to have, the back 40 back

Now I get that progress has it′s place
And no regard for what it takes
Wish it would slow it's 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