You could be passed out on the sidewalk
And they’d walk right over you
In the fast-paced city
That’s what people often do
They develop a demeanor
That’s hard as hell to crack
I’m glad I’m from the country
And (as a matter of fact)

You can have the city
Where the buildings reach the sky
I prefer the country
As the place to live (here’s why)
Folks ask how you’re doing
And they smile when they say hi
But in the fast-paced city
They just pass you by

You could die on the side of a freeway
And they wouldn’t notice you
Even with your motor running
For a week or two
Not so in the country
Where people tend to care
About one another
And they also are sincere

See you could have a flat
On the West Side Drive
And you’d be there for hours
Until help arrived
But in the country we don’t mind
Lending a helping hand
That’s just how we are
All across this land




Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2018.  All rights reserved.