Friday, February 9, 2018

I was born country

The hills the vallies
The cattle laying in the shade
This kind of life is perfect
This is why I was born
This why I was made

To work the fields
Haul the hay
Fixing fence
Or just fishing the day away

I was born country
Into this life
I belong

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