Livin’ In the Country Lyrics by Thompson Square
Slinging dust up on them dirt roads
We work hard, talk slow
We say y’all yeah y’all know
That’s just how we do it out here
Mama’s cornbread in a cast iron
Busch light round a bon fire
Sundays in a church choir
We just out here keeping things real
I’ll take living in the county
You and me on a porch swing
Picking on an a old six string
While the crickets sing along
I love living at a slow pace
Laying down with my baby at the end of the day
They can keep that ol’ rat race
I’ll take living in the country
Yeah the front door stays unlocked
The whole towns got two cops
One light four way stop
It’s the only place I wanna call home
We could roll on up to New York City
I hear them lights at night are pretty
But we too Loretta and Conway Twitty
To stick around there too long
I’ll take living in the county
You and me on a porch swing
Picking on an a old six string
While the crickets sing along
I love living at a slow pace
Laying down with my baby at the end of the day
They can keep that ol’ rat race
I’ll take living in the country
We living how we loving and we’re loving how we living out here
Living how we loving and we’re loving how we living out here
Living how we loving and we’re loving how we living out here
Living how we loving and we’re loving how we living out here
I’ll take living in the county
You and me on a porch swing
Picking on an a old six string
While the crickets sing along
Yeah I love living at a slow pace
Laying down with my baby at the end of the day
They can keep that ol’ rat race
I’ll take living in the country
Living how we loving and we’re loving how we living out here
Living how we loving and we’re loving how we living out here
Living how we loving and we’re loving how we living out here
Living how we loving and we’re loving how we living out here