Living in the country.
On a simple country road.
Is truly the place to be.
Don't matter the size of the town.
People just let you be.
The air is less polluted.
Like in most big city.
Not that I'm putting them down.
But, while we're country.
We just act a little silly.
While city's folks acts like clowns.
We might not have a lot of crime.
We do have the best scenery.
But sometimes the country folks gets wild.
You might say.
That we are about the same.
Have you ever notice?
The way certain kinships would love to trade places.
And
We think we're better than one another.
I guess we are simple kissin' cousins.
Aug 4, 2012
Aug 4, 2012 at 8:58 AM UTC
Living in the country.
On a simple country road.
Is truly the place to be.
Don't matter the size of the town.
People just let you be.
The air is less polluted.
Like in most big city.
Not that I'm putting them down.
But, while we're country.
We just act a little silly.
While city's folks acts like clowns.
We might not have a lot of crime.
We do have the best scenery.
But sometimes the country folks gets wild.
You might say.
That we are about the same.
Have you ever notice?
The way certain kinships would love to trade places.
And
We think we're better than one another.
I guess we are simple kissin' cousins.
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