Through the Country,Through the Country.In my old grey car. these old worn out tires won't make the miles
but help don't live that far.

Through the Country,Through the Country, won't you get off my tail, I'm driving slow so maby I might find me a house for sell, and if the radio station fades we'll have to stop and let the guitar play

When we were kids we used to ride these roads drinking beer, but not no more cause it's for sure the law will interfer and there a rookie deputy liking nothing better than to take your keys

Gonna drive down that old gravel road i've never been before and wind around and back to town and find me a country store
A cup of coffee would be nice,might even get a piece of home made pie.
Now look here you country people, don't you know what all you've got or do you spend your sunday setting in a wal-mart parking lot
Come on lets take a ride and let our soul be satified

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