A little boy with his hat on sideways
Is making the most of these summer days
With dirty, muddy, used-to-be blue jeans
This is what living a country life means.
Picking out seeds in the Tractor Supply
Talking non-stop and asking dad “Why?”
They are planting a big crop of green beans
This is what living a country life means.
Picking out cedar sticks (one, maybe two
Cause whittling ain’t as fun without you).
His Grandpa taught him how and it seems
This is what living a country life means.
The little boy grows up into a man
He’s working like only country boys can
Following the Lord upon Whom he leans
This is what living a country life means.
He’s serving his Country in the Marines
And scrubbing the floors in nasty latrines
Drinking the water from beat-up canteens
This is what living a Country life means.
Coming back home just to work on the land
He can chop fire-wood with only one hand
Patiently parenting kids through their teens
This is what living a country life means.
Walking through fields in the middle of Fall
And hearing the bobwhite send forth his call
He’s working on all the harvest machines
This is what living a country life means.
He grows old and feeble next to his wife
She and the mister have led a good life
Now they are ready to wrap up life’s scenes
This is what living a Country life means.
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