

(hm-mmm) I have dreams
that one day
I'll have little ones running around
Wild and free
in the open sun
Upon this patch of country ground
(oh yeah)
Show them how to care for the livestock
Getting thick mud on your leather boots
Pulling fresh greens up from the garden patch That's what country is,
holding onto our roots
My boy
will grow up big and strong
We'll work the farm and pull the heavy pine
And my sweet girl,
pretty as her mother
Pickin' wild flowers down by the treeline
Show them how to care for the livestock Getting thick mud on
your leather boots
Pulling fresh greens up from the garden patch That's what country is,
holding onto our roots
I just can't wait
to be a dad one day (hm-mmm)