Back in the Country

Had a dream last night, I was sitting on a bank With a bucket full of brim, buncha nothing on my brain Little fire, telling lies with some back-home buddies Just twelve-pack knocking some back in the country Woke up, poured coffee, and I hopped in the truck John Denver on the speakers when I fired it up West Virginia ain't home, but man, ain't it funny How a three-chord song puts you back in the country Back in the country, back in these old boots Back in a forty, back in a church pew With the sun on the back of my neck Back of my neck turning red Man, I'm 'bout ready to get back in the woods Dog in the back of a truck Truck in the back of a field Field in the back of the house Back in the country for good It's a two-finger wave through a cracked windshield Ain't no dotted line is a handshake deal Everybody knows your name and you know everybody's Always got your back in the country Back in the country, back in these old boots Back in a forty, back in a church pew With the sun on the back of my neck Back of my neck turning red Man, I'm 'bout ready to get back in the woods Dog in the back of a truck Truck in the back of a field Field in the back of the house Back in the country for good Back in the country for good Yeah, I'm running outta reasons For me not being Not being Back in the country, back in these old boots Back in a forty, back in a church pew With the sun on the back of my neck Back of my neck turning red Man, I'm 'bout ready to get back in the woods Dog in the back of a truck Truck in the back of a field Field in the back of the house Back in the country for good Back in the country for good Had a dream last night, I was sitting on a bank With a bucket full of brim, buncha nothing on my brain