Country Bound
Copyright 1998 by David Alan Cates. All Rights Reserved.
| [VERSE 1] |
| The sign said one way ahead, oh what a pity |
| There's only one way I wanna go today, I'm leaving this big city |
| Don't ask me where I'm going, I'm travelling by sound |
| Listening to Buck Owen, man I'm.....country bound |
| [VERSE 2] |
| I'm tired of this traffic, tired of this crime |
| Tired of feeling like I'm the one doing time |
| Gonna find me a place, where the postman is the mayor |
| And I ain't gonna stop till I know I'm there |
| [CHORUS] |
| I got my sixty-seven Chevy, loaded to the ground |
| Country music blaring thru my Panasonic sound |
| Those big city blues ain't gonna keep me down |
| No hurry, no worry.....I'm country bound |
| [BRIDGE] |
| I'm just trying to find a little peace of mind, trying to find me a better way |
| Finding peace of mind in a traffic line is like looking for a needle in hay |
| [VERSE 4] |
| I'm gonna build me a house, in the middle of the woods |
| Marry a little country girl, raise some kids just like we should |
| I wanna sit out on the back porch, and stare up at the stars |
| What a change of scene to see a field of green, instead of highways filled with cars |
| [REPEAT CHORUS] |