Country Air

Dogs barking in the front yard Tractor made of steel Blades of grass Growing green Looking out the kitchen window Pulled the curtains back Dirt road by the house They always drive to fast Dumpster cross the road A corner made of trash Can’t live here in this place Daddy says so Willie on the radio I guess it’s time to go Seventeen and not so sweet Poverty my destiny A child on my hip Never new a man too smart But I had feelings That wouldn’t say no Working at the filling station Out on the interstate Just washing windows And counting out of state plates Makes me happy Don’t pay the bills Telephone poles And wired fences All along the way Driving fast on a dirt road Is all I have Wind in my hair Baby in the back seat Smiling at the world This old world seems so mean Pushing hard to just to breath I’ll give it all away For a breath of country air.