take me to your place
tell me about it
yeah i listen to country music
how else can we escape the concrete jungle
its a feeling more than a song
picture a back porch
some sweet corn
and the mountain sneezes its sweet smell
we all have places we go
when we need to escape
i have many
sometimes im swimming with my dad in Santa Monica
sometimes dolly parton is singing the blues
its sweet home and the slow life
the air is a nectar that reaches your soul
tears over a good hug
a warm touch along my back
gentle eyes to look at
make the day as sweet as the country air
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