Darling I've been thinking this one through

We've been fighting like cat and dog now here' what we've got to do

This life in the city is killing the love that we once knew

We could be happy in the country



We would spend so many lovely days

We'd have chickens and cows and corn and whatever it is famers raise

At breakfast each morning we'd fry up our own hand-picked eggs

We could be happy in the country



So let's pack our bags up together

And we'll be in the clear forever



We'll just sit right back and watch while our crops grow

While we listen to gals like Kitte Wells on country radio

Weekends we'd two-step as some cowboy bar just down the road

We could be happy in the country



I know that the local folks will make us feel right at home

We'll have homemade whiskey and ramble down country roads



And I would learn to ride on the rodeo

I'd have shiny boots and a cowboy hat so that nobody'd ever know

That we'd once been city folks that owned sporty cars and fancy homes

If we could just be in the country

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