Country Air
Dogs barking in the front yard
Tractor made of steel
Blades of grass
Growing green
Looking out the kitchen window
Pulled the curtains back
Dirt road by the house
They always drive to fast
Dumpster cross the road
A corner made of trash
Can’t live here in this place
Daddy says so
Willie on the radio
I guess it’s time to go
Seventeen and not so sweet
Poverty my destiny
A child on my hip
Never new a man too smart
But I had feelings
That wouldn’t say no
Working at the filling station
Out on the interstate
Just washing windows
And counting out of state plates
Makes me happy
Don’t pay the bills
Telephone poles
And wired fences
All along the way
Driving fast on a dirt road
Is all I have
Wind in my hair
Baby in the back seat
Smiling at the world
This old world seems so mean
Pushing hard to just to breath
I’ll give it all away
For a breath of country air.
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