A Country Boy’s Gaze

I see the dust rising

off the old clay road

Underneath the heat

of a heavy summer load

With a hand on the wheel

and a heart of pure gold

I can read the stories that have never been told (mmmmm)

There's a quiet truth

in the way he stands

With the soil of the valley

on both of his hands

In a country boy's eye,

the horizon is clear

No room for the doubt and no room for the fear

Just a simple devotion to the land he keeps near

Yeah the light of the morning

is all he holds dear (ooh yeah) He watches the crows fly

across the blue sky

Knowing the rain is gonna fall by and by

There is no need to question,

no need to ask why

When you see the world through a country boy's eye

Through a country boy's eye (mmmmm)