Country Senses

I hear the crickets

I see the birds

I feel the wind

On my skin

And I taste the sweet tea

I smell that fresh cut Timothy

So what does that mean?

Well, that means

I sense the country running through me

From Carolina to Tuscaloosa

Watching the dogs run, hearing the night train

Drinking a cold beer on Fridays

Loving the slow life, driving too fast

On a no name unpaved road I grew up at

That's where I learned to hop them barbwired fences

My country senses

My country senses

I hear an old hymn

I see God work in many ways

I feel less of Him in a church

And more of Him fishing out on the lake

And I taste the peaches

Smell that cobbler on the stove

And I'm glad I was chose

I was chose

To sense the country running through me

From Carolina to Tuscaloosa

Watching the dogs run, hearing the night train

Drinking a cold beer on Fridays

Loving the slow life, driving too fast

On a no name unpaved road I grew up at

That's where I learned to hop them barbwired fences

And my country senses needed more before

I feel less of it when I'm gone

I need a silhouette sky off the back of my horse

I need to see my momma drinking coffee on the porch

Need to touch and hear, smell and see

All the things that made me me

So I can feel it, oh, so I can feel

And sense the country running through me

From Carolina to Tuscaloosa

Watching the dogs run, hearing the night train

Drinking a cold beer on Fridays

Loving the slow life, driving too fast

On a no name unpaved road I grew up at

That's where I learned to hop them barbwired fences

My country senses

My country senses

My country senses

My country senses