House in the Country

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She dreams of a house out in the country

Walking around barefoot with the chickens and goats

So I went out on the road, and I saved up some money

Now we're leaving this city, babe, it's time to go home

And the windows are open always in the morning

Coffee and dishes, and clothes on the line

And in the gathering dark on the hills in the evening

Put your head on my chest, watch the storm clouds roll by

It don't have to be some faraway dream

I can feel it getting closer when you're singing with me

For the first time, I don't got the words, I just know

We'll pack up our things when it's time to go home

And I carved both our names in the tree by the water

With the swing underneath 'cause the branches are strong

And we make every meal straight from the garden

And thank God for all that we have in our home

And it don't have to be some faraway dream

I can feel it getting closer when you're singing with me

For the first time, I don't got the words, I just know

We'll pack up our things when it's time to go home

And she dreams of a house out in the country

Walking around barefoot with the chickens and goats

So I went out on the road, and I saved up some money

Now we're leaving this city, babe, it's time to go home