Country Coming Down

One day I know Have me a place I call home Have a couple lazy hounds Plate full of supper that I've grown Watch the sky turn upside down At my cabin in the country You won't hear no highway sounds Just the crackle of a campfire And the country coming down Plant a little apple orchard Cut a trail through the woods, go for a walk Throw a line in the river Maybe later we'll be cooking what we caught Pull a lemon from the tree At my cabin in the country Far away from city lights Way out there damn near off the map That's where I'll spend my nights Where my life is slow and easy You won't hear no highway sounds Just the crackle of a campfire And the country coming down I've been sitting on this balcony Crashing on my buddy's couch for weeks Work, it ain't been coming through I hardly even make my ends meet But when I close my eyes, I dream Oh, I dream Oh, I dream Of a cabin in the country Far away from city lights Way out there damn near off the map That's where I'll spend my nights Where my life is slow and easy You won't hear no highway sounds Just the crackle of a campfire And the country coming down Just the crackle of a campfire And the country coming down