| Sleepin' with the windows open
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| See the moon right from your bed
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| Dig yourself up a garden
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| And put a roof on a rundown shed
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| You can smell the rain storms comin'
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| It’s comin' down the dusty road
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| And you can hear those banjos strummin'
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| Feel the grass be tween you toes
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| Pre-Chorus 1
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| I’ll bet your sitting in a traffic jam
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| Maybe you would like a change of plans
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| You’re gonna figure it out
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| The country, that’s what I’m talkin' a bout
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| Sit around an old gas station
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| That’s been closed down for years
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| The place where your father took you
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| Where he used to buy his beer
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| Old trucks and cotton britches
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| All the fresh air you can stand
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| Lines on the windblown faces
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| And the hands of a workin' man
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| Pre-Chorus 2
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| Plant your feet back on some solid ground
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| Find a piece of land and settle down
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| I hope you’re with me by now
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| The country, that’s what I’m talkin' about
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| The country, that’s what I’m talkin' about
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| I hope you’re with me by now
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| You’re gonna figure it out
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| The country, that’s what I’m talkn' about
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| The country, that’s what I’m talkn' about |