Bails of Hay
no cares or worries
no race to be won
just laughter and fun
Just slow down the pace
and remember the place
where we first kissed
Laying around all day
seats made out of bails of hay
sometimes I think I could just stay this way
fishing and swimming all day long
singing along to a country song
tubing down the steam
and sharing all our dreams
we were a team
partners in crime
anything I had was yours and mine
high pace cities have same sunrise and set
but the country life is where we met
It taste so bitter sweet for He is not mine hold
and its this big world in which I'm left to feel so cold
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