Cornfields
She runs in the cornfields
Got twigs in her hair
Playing with her dog tilly
Her only friend out there
She grew up on a farm
Fish by the water fall
Likes playing in the barn
Looking cute doing it all
Driving to Manhattan
Is a New York City boy
Going to a show on Broadway
He is self employed
He’s opening a disco
And a grand wedding hall
He collects from craigslist
And for charity he gives it all
He is a city boy
And she’s a country girl
Wouldn’t they be perfect?
In each other’s world
Just a lonely city jack
And a natural country chick
Bet if they both meet
True love will click
She listens to old country music
Likes to cook, read, and dance
Her nails are broken
She hems her father’s pants
She goes hunting
Down by the creek
Then runs in the cornfields
A little dirt on her cheeks
He’s in his kitchen
He’s baking a cake
His friends call him
Football today he’s running late
He goes for long drives
When he needs to clear his mind
Driving fast down the highway
Leaves his problems behind
He is a New York City boy
And she a Texas country girl
Wouldn’t they be perfect?
In each other’s world
Just a New York City jack
And a pretty country chick
Will they ever meet one day?
For True love to click
They are people who belong together
But they will never meet in life
Sometimes faith and destiny
Are cut in half by a two edge knife
He sits on his jeep Cherokee
Looking up at the night
She sits in her gallery
Looking at a star so bright
She runs to the cornfields
Long hair like gold
He drives to Manhattan
Let the future unfold
Copyright © Kasim Ishmael | Year Posted 2012
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