Countrified

This working all day ain’t gettin me nowhere
breakin my back won’t to get it done
wish I had a dime wish i had a dollar,
for every dream that I gave up on, that I gave up on.
This hammer I’m swingin is startin to feel heavy
I clench my fist when I punch the clock
a little for the bank leaves nothing for my baby
stretchin my paycheck around the block
I need to go face first into that fresh air
free up there where the eagle flies
need to drop a line in that cool clear water
leave the city behind and get countrified
a fools gold watch and a lung full of black smoke
is all I get for all I gave
my only reward for this broken down body
was diggin my way to an early grave
always dreamed I’d end up on a river
fast asleep on a mountain high
but i’m way down here in this concrete valley
in a sea of barbers and red taillights, red taillights
I need to go face first into that fresh air
free up there where the eagle flies
need to drop a line in that cool clear water
leave the city behind and get countrified
(fit to be tied)
This working all day ain’t gettin me nowhere
breakin my back won’t to get it done
wish I had a dime wish i had a dollar,
for every dream that I gave up on, that I gave up on.