I Live In the Country

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!