Mamma don't understand it
She wants to know where I've
been
I'd have to be some kind of
natural born fool
To want to pass that way again
But I could feel it
On a country road
Sail on home to Jesus won't
you good girls and boys
I'm all in pieces, you can
have your own choice
But I can hear a heavenly
band full of angels
And they're coming to set
me free
I don't know nothing 'bout
the why or when
But I can tell that it's bound
to be
Because I could feel it, child,
yeah
On a country road
I guess my feet know where
they want me to go
Walking on a country road
Take to the highway won't you
lend me your name
Your way and my way seem to
be one and the same, child
Mamma don't understand it
She wants to know where I've
been
I'd have to be some kind of
natural born fool
To want to pass that way again
But I could feel it
On a country road
Walk on down, walk on down,
walk on down
Walk on down, walk on down
a country road
country road
Walking on a country road
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