Country Things

Whippoorwill singin' on a summer night Make a rope swing with a tractor tire River stays high, but the county's dry Country things Fried catfish at a corner store Thankin' the Lord for a thunderstorm Truck in the barn don't crank no more Country things New York to California Nothin' hits home like where you're born And it's a dirt road, slow jam Yes sir, no ma'am Homemade passed down recipe for supper Small church, white veils Front page, whitetails If you're like me, you'll always be a sucker For country things Yeah, for country things I got a girl with a pair of boots She'll take a one lane over two When I pick her up, all she wants to do is Country things Yeah, she likes a firefly kiss or two If it ain't the crickets we're listening to It's a dirt road, slow jam Yes sir, no ma'am Homemade passed down recipe for supper Small church, white veils Front page, whitetails If you're like me, you'll always be a sucker For country things Yeah, country things When my down here time is through And I get to where I'm headed to All I hope is they got a few I hope they got a few Country things I hope they got a few Country things I hope so Yeah, like a dirt road, slow jam Yes sir, no ma'am Homemade passed down recipe for supper Small church, white veils Front page, whitetails If you're like me, you'll always be a sucker For country things Yeah, country things Fried catfish at a corner store Thankin' the Lord for a thunderstorm Truck in the barn don't crank no more Country things