County Road 7

This town's seen its best days I wish I'd been there to see them But it's been a long time since 1949 And everyone here done walked the line There's a breeze in the trees, and honey in the sky There's green in the leaves, and the corn grows high The kids still play, and the birds still sing Every summer when I was small I'd climb on every tractor, I'd sit up tall I'd close my eyes and dream of living in the fields But the farm's been sold, the bank made a better deal There's a breeze in the trees, and honey in the sky There's green in the leaves, and the corn grows high The kids still play, and the birds still sing There's a breeze in the trees, and honey in the sky There's green in the leaves, and the grass grows high But the farm's been sold, and there's nowhere left to go