In The Country I Grew Up In

There's a tree in the field where my granddaddy worked

What's left of the barn where my grandma went into labor

A scarecrow ready to die in the trailer

In the country I grew up in

We run into town

To stock up, fill up, and get high off the ground

The music, the noise, and the people that we love

The things in the country we didn't get enough of

But we move back inside after downtown amusement

To the things that we hate comfortin' us like a blueprint

It seems we shunned every opportunity that we're losin'

It's hard to avoid the fumes

In the country I grew up in