In the Country

I miss that country life more than I ever did before
Leaving for the hills of Tennesee.  Walking out the door

It's part of me now like a farmer's plow.  My feet are in the ground.
The folks who care are waiting there to help me settle down.

Here's a song for my second home, peace of mind and a room to roam free
In the country playing my guitar
In the country, sleeping below the stars.
OO OOO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

Winding roads and tall red barns to a place I've never been
Traveling down to a nearby town we're back in the woods again.

I work in the sun until the day is done, then I have myself a beer.
I know my cares can't find me there like a cloud that disappears.

Here's a song for my second home, peace of mind and a room to roam free
In the country playing my guitar
In the country, sleeping below the stars.
OO OOO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO

I miss that country life more than I ever did before
Leaving for the hills of Tennesee.  Walking out the door

It's part of me now like a farmer's plow.  My feet are in the ground.
The folks who care are waiting there to help me settle down.

Here's a song for my second home, peace of mind and a room to roam free
In the country playing my guitar
In the country, sleeping below the stars.
OO OOO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO OO