Country life is fine if you can find the time to go out in the early morning rain to feed the chickens
Traipsing round the yard is not so very hard but beware of dragging mud into the kitchen
On a freezing winters morn you can keep quite warm chopping logs to fuel the cooking fire
Be careful where you tread because that yard is full of dread and you might end up to your knees deep in the mire
Spring will soon be here and you can dig the soil through then watch the birds eat all the seeds you've sown
Summers here again, you take off your shirt to catch the sun then complain about your red and blistered skin
You reap what you have sown, wipe the sweat from off your brow and wonder why you chose to live like this
You sit down for a beer, ignore your nagging wife and throw another hard won log upon the fire
You know its going to start again when you go out in the rain once more to feed the chickens in the yard

You chose this way to live, you chose your nagging wife
**its you who chose the country way of life