Maple Whiskey Dreams

I'm clockin' in each day, starin' at this screen Another stack of emails, livin' someone else's dream There's a handful of folks I'll miss when I'm gone But the rest of 'em, well, they can carry on Gimme whiskey and syrup and fields so wide Kids in the grass by my own hillside No screens, no suits, just dirt and sky That's the life I'm dreamin' by I'm dreamin' of dirt roads and wide open fields A life that feels real, not a desk full of deals I don't need a passport or a red-eye flight Just a sunrise morning and a quiet night Gimme whiskey and syrup and fields so wide Kids in the grass by my own hillside No screens, no suits, just dirt and sky That's the life I'm dreamin' by I got a few good friends here, that I'll admit But most of this grind, I won't miss a bit Just wanna feel soil right under my boots Get back to my roots, back to the truth So here's to the dream that keeps me alive One day I'll be gone from this nine-to-five With whiskey in barrels and syrup in jars I'll trade these walls for a sky full of stars Gimme whiskey and syrup and fields so wide Kids in the grass by my own hillside No screens, no suits, just dirt and sky That's the life I'm dreamin' by Yeah, one day soon, I'll break free from this chain Livin' life simple, through sunshine and rain With a sip of my whiskey and the sweet maple gold I'll be back on my farm, where I'm free and whole