Country Life

I got a hundred-acre phone, a twenty dollar car

A girl named Susan with tattooed scars

Well, livin' in Paris, wild and free

Just a laid-back couple down in Tennessee

I sit on the porch every night

And thank the Lord for the stars and the country life

I work at the feed mill all day long

Sacking up corn and fixin' them saws

I can't save a dime, I'll never be rich

But that's okay, honey, hey, life's a bitch

Pass the biscuits, please, it's a Saturday night

Say grace to the Lord for the country life

Hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey

Life goes on the same old way

No matter where you are, treat your brother right

'Cause we're all part

We're a part of the country life

I got a ham radio, back in the shed

I talk to the Russians, Lucy and Ed

They're living in Moscow, wild and free

They wanna come and visit down in Tennessee

Isn't it great to look up in the sky?

And thank God we didn't blow away the country light

Hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey

Life goes on the same old way

No matter where you are, treat your brother right

'Cause we're all part

We're all part of the country life

Hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey

Life goes on, I say the same old way

No matter where you are, treat your brother right

'Cause we're all part

We're all part of the country life