I Live in the Country

Written by: Matt Daniels

I slipped on my boots,
Headed out for some loot.

I can settle in the barn,
But not in chair fiddling with some yarn.

Ain't that type to stick around,
Gotta' stand tall, stand my ground.

I wanna' work in the law,
Even if doesn't handle a saw.

I got a truck,
All beat down, like my luck.

I like livin' in the country,
My roots lived here over a century.

The issue is,
The city is where my dream lives.

Packin' up my truck,
Imma let the streets know what just struck!