Going to the Country

I'm going to the country

Get a little lonely in my mind

Feeling kinda funky

Need to find peace among the pines

No, I'm not a junkie

But I get high from time to time

No, I'm not a junkie

But I get high and bide my time

Oh, I get high and bide my time

Going to the country

Pull my head down off the shelf

Need a little something

That I can hold onto myself

Hear a little thunder

I guess it's time we bid farewell

Hear a little thunder

Chase it like a dog, I think I will

Chase it like a dog, I think I will

And it's clear that you can't see

You were wrong sometimes

And it's clear that you can't see

You were wrong sometimes

I'm going to the country

A couple of acres and a beat up Ford

Do a little running

Reminisce and let the days unfold

Couldn't get what I wanted

So I cut out down along that road

Finally what I wanted

Hey darling, think I'm almost gone

Hey darling, think I'm almost gone

And it's clear that you can't see

You were wrong sometimes

And it's clear that you can't see

You were wrong sometimes

And, baby, it's clear that you can't see

You were wrong, oh, sometimes

Sometime