Country Girl

October 10, 2006

You could be my country girl
And I’ll be your city boy
Show me the simple life
All the ways it brought you joy

You know a freedom some never will
Carry yourself with an easy grace
Wind tugs the hair off your neck
Look to the sky, sun hitting your face

Take my hand, let’s run through the field
Your daddy reaped after he sewed
What we have won’t last the winter
It can’t thrive, pretending we don’t know

Give me that hug, kind that lasts for years
Kiss your cheek and wink a teary eye
You’ll be fine, maybe I as well
Hoping to hell this isn’t our last goodbye