Far From The City

I travel those open country roads As far from the city as I can go Fields forever stretch out wide And I try to take life mighty slow This time of the year you can see The green beasts workin’ those fields I always enjoy the sounds and smells As the harvest begins to build Some bales are round and enormous And others of a much smaller size Stacked up in the fresh-mown fields Always a pleasant sweet surprise Big ‘ole country farm houses Oh how I love their gracious look Perhaps a river running through Or a sweet-water trickling brook Trees looming t’ward the sky Farm animals of all kinds scattered It’s where dreams are made And very few are ever shattered So someday, if you’re from the city I hope you’ll take a chunk of time Come visit us ‘old country folks It’ll be the best visit you’ll ever find!