Country Home

 I want to live down a country road

No lights, no wires, no telephone poles

I want to breathe in air that’s clean

Instead of curtains I’ll look at the trees

Oh, lookin for my country home 

Oh – oh, looking for my country home


I want a dirt driveway that climbs to the stars

Listen to the wind instead of cars

Feel the earth underneath my feet

I want a wood fire warming me

Oh, lookin’ for my country home.


CHORUS:  

I want to chop wood, have chickens in the yard

Want my friends to come and visit me from near and far

I want to make music and I wanna make love

‘Neath the pale moonlight that shines from above

All-a-my life I been movin’ around

City to suburb and town to town

I want to put down my roots amongst the trees

I want to live where my heart flies free

Oh – lookin for my country home 

Oh-oh, lookin for my country home


CHORUS:

I want to sit on my porch ‘neath a canopy of stars

Listen for the owls hootin' in the dark

Drink sweet water from a deep, deep well

Listen to the stories only silence can tell….


I want to live down a country road

No lights, no wires, no telephone poles

I want to breathe in air that’s clean

Instead of curtains I’ll look at the trees

Oh, lookin' for my country home 

Oh – oh, looking for my country home.

© Devon Hanley 2017