Out in the Country - Greg Brown


    Out in the country, gravel road a-ramble all around.
    Out in the country, gravel road a-ramble all around.
    And the dust blow up 'til the cool rain tumble down.

    I'm a redwing blackbird sit singin' on the fence.
    I'm a redwing blackbird sing sittin' on the fence.
    Say it's OK all day, but nobody seems convinced.

    I'm a little old pasture creek; they got no name for me.
    I'm a little pasture creek, got no name for me.
    When I grow up, I'm gonna be the Mississippi.

    I'm a farmer's long shiny car runnin' out of gas.
    I'm a farmer's long shiny car runnin' out of gas.
    And the bikes and the tracks and the mopeds whizzin' past.

    I'm a chick-chickie-chicken peckin' in the corn.
    I'm a chickie-chickie-chicken peckin' in the corn.
    My mama says I was round when I was born.
    (But I don't believe that.)

    I'm a little old raccoon; I got candles in my eyes.
    I'm a little raccoon, I got candles in my eyes.
    Stay away from the road or else I might draw flies.
    (Just lyin' there.)

    Out in the country, gravel road a-ramble all around.
    Out in the country, gravel road a-ramble all around.
    And the farm get bigger and the old home place fall down.

    I'm a grain elevator white as a china dish.
    I'm a grain elevator white as a china dish.
    Tall as a satellite, fat as an old catfish.

    I'm a July cornfield far as you can see.
    I'm a July cornfield far as you can see.
    And if you real careful, you can walk on top of me.
    (Ah, you got to believe though.  Now first you get your one foot up there,
    and then you gotta get your other foot up there.  Easy now...oops, you
    didn't believe.)

    I'm a cool farm pond on a day about a hundred and ten.
    I'm a cool farm pond on a day about a hundred and ten.
    I'm cool, I'm round, I'm ready, so come on in.

    I'm a river valley; I used to be a mountain top.
    I'm a river valley, I used to be a mountain top.
    Once you go down, brother, it's hard to stop.

    Out in the country, gravel road a-ramble all around.
    Out in the country, gravel road a-ramble all around.
    And the dust blow up 'til the cool rain tumble down.

    Cool rain tumblin', cool rain tumblin', cool rain tumblin'....
    and a cool rain, and a cool rain, tumblin'...

     
     
     
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