Thursday, January 19, 2012

Country

Being able to see them stars,
Relaxin’ on the porch,
Feelin’ that wind blow,
Knowin’ all the names in town.
Where did that go?
There’s no more country like that.
Leave your keys in the truck,
Leave the front door unlocked.
Have your own pasture.
Now all the industry, oil, and concrete
Chemical plants, dumps, and parking lots
I want my country back
I wanna see the stars again
So leave my country be
And move it on forward

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