Country Therapy

Seems like the whole worlds lost its mind

And nobody's seeming to find it

All wound up tight with no way to unwind, that eight ball, we're all behind it

There's self-help books and snake-oil crooks

To keep you from flipping your lid

But I've learned best way to keep my head on straight

Is the same way my daddy did

Who needs a couch in some shrink's office

When you've got a stool in a bar?

Who needs a pill from a plastic bottle

When there's still some shine in a jar?

As long as there's Strait on the radio

Some good-lookin' girls on the dance floor

Man, that's good, good enough for me

Old school country therapy

Bait on a hook and a line in the water's always food for the soul

A little front porch pickin' on an old flat top

Can bend and send the blues down the road

A red dirt drive on four mud tires

Rollin' where the pavement don't

It'll clear your head, taking in a deep breath

Out where the wild things grow

Who needs a couch in some shrink's office

When you've got a stool in a bar?

Who needs a pill from a plastic bottle

When there's still some shine in a jar?

As long as there's Strait on the radio

Some good-lookin' girls on the dance floor

Man, that's good, good enough for me

Old school country therapy

As long as there's Strait on the radio

Some good-lookin' girls on the dance floor

Man, that's good, good enough for me

Old school country therapy