Jordan Davis - Detours

I was a Renegade ragtop, revvin' up an engine Hell yeah, why not take it to the limit I would smoke it if you had it at a high school party Passin' 'round a bottle 'round a bonfire in the woods Look at me wrong, you damn right, I'd fight ya Parents got divorced, kinda dog that would bite ya And I'd love 'em and I'd leave 'em and it was what it was And it is what it is and I wouldn't change it if I could

Yeah, I lost my way Damn near lost my mind Pedal to the metal, let the devil lead me blind I was way outside the lines Yeah, and I got way off track Took some wrong turns lookin' back It's been one helluva ride in my rear view But I thank the good Lord for the detours to you

She was an everything but the wings angel outta nowhere 'Cross the room, crooked smile and I just had to go there Sittin' with a group of friends and sippin' on a glass of red And I don't remember what I said but she wrote her number down All I ever wanted but never knew I needed She's the dotted lines and every sign that led me straight to Jesus Was a voice that made me hit the brakes, slow it down, have some faith And I had to learn from my mistakes but I'm on the right road now

Yeah, I lost my way Damn near lost my mind Pedal to the metal, let the devil lead me blind I was way outside the lines Yeah, and I got way off track Took some wrong turns lookin' back It's been one helluva ride in my rear view And I thank the good Lord for the detours to you

Yeah, the detours to you

Well I lost my way Damn near lost my mind Pedal to the metal, let the devil lead me blind I was way outside the lines And I got way off track Took some wrong turns lookin' back It's been one helluva ride in my rear view And only He knows all the hell I had to go through I thank Him for the detours to you All the detours to you