Mason jars, country crock and cool whip bowls
Old outhouse, well water and a potbelly stove
Field full of fresh produce to eat and sale
What a rich country life and I lived it well
Old winding dirt roads and fruit trees a plenty
There are few stresses and complaints if you had any
What rich country life when you come from a humble beginning
Living a life like no other that always felt like you’re winning
We had so much more than one would imagine we did
What a rich country life to grow up around as a kid
You could play outside all day and never get abducted
And there are simple rules to follow that you were instructed
Chicken coops, hog pens and pasture full of cows
Old rusted tractor, hay left to bail and fields left to plow
Sunday morning service packed in such a small place
And we sing and praise as joy showed on everyone’s face
Skoal cans piled up in the back of my old Ford truck
And I never washed it for the mud bought me luck
Cane poles, fishing or going hunting in morning fog
Or sipping a little or chopping up a pile of logs
What a rich country life that taught me to appreciate it all
You learn to get up and dust yourself off after a fall
You said yes ma’am and no ma’am, yes sir and no sir
And as we got old the memories were never a blur
What a rich country life that I was blessed to grow up in
My roots run deep and my country soul shines within
By: True Prince Ryan J © 1-27-16