Country Poetry
I write about good times underneath shady trees
Dreaming of love and good whisky
Old Yeller sleeping on the front porch
Catching fireflies in a mason jar
And Singing country poetry
Kenny Chesney and Willie Nelson are blaring from my car radio
Making sweet love under the hot summer sun on a bed of dandelions
I’ll asks you to be my darlin if you don’t mind that I’m country
Because I don’t know much about love or god
But I know that I will be singing country poetry till I die
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