Growing Up Country

I remember as a child many years ago Spending time in the country air Picnics under the warm blue skies Going to those great country fairs Watching the cows and their babies Chewing their cuds and strolling along I loved to sit on a log for hours Humming an old country song And the chickens, how I loved to spend Time sittin' in the hen house as well Listening to the cackling of laying hens In the home where these birds would dwell Sniffing the hay up high in the loft As you climb up that ‘ole ladder Watching mama in the kitchen Stirring up a delicious cake batter She'd punch bread dough with a fist And let it rise nice and high Oh, the smell of that bakin' bread Makes me let out a wistful sigh Seein' daddy chop up the wood I can hear the sound of it still The warmth and crackle of the fire I can still hear it too at will Ah, yes sir, a life that truly was A perfect one for my brother and me If I had my life to live over again I would still be growing up country!