Lyrics
Sleeping with the windows open
See the moonlight from your bed
Dig yourself up a garden
Put a roof on a rundown shed
You can smell the rainstorm coming
Coming down that dusty road
You can hear the banjo strumming
And feel the grass between your toes
I'll bet your sitting in a traffic jam
Maybe you would like a change of plans
Your gonna figure it out
The country that's what I'm talking about
Sit around an old gas station
That's been closed down for years
The place where your father took you
Where he used to buy his beer
Old trucks and cotton bridges
All the fresh air you can stand
Lines on the wind blown faces
And the hands of a working man
Plant your feet back on some solid ground
Find a piece of land and settle down
I hope you're with me by now
The country that's what I'm talking about
The country that's what I'm talking about
I hope you're with me by now
You're gonna figure it out
The country that's what I'm talking about
The country that's what I'm talking about